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"Berlin"
Berlin, you sing with chords of afflicting silence,
Your soundless voice an ominous whisper among your darkened alleys.
Fragile moon, watch from above with a shepherd's eye as I wander;
Give the mountains the shades of nightfall; walk as my cryptic shadow.
Berlin, drape the velvet skyline on thy shoulders,
Hide us from this arctic wind that cuts with a thousand razors.
Quiet ambience, cradle the valleys, the ancient Juniper, the stars of space,
Guide me as thy maverick, take me far away.
Berlin, as my footsteps become distant echoes on your boundaries,
I can hear your whisper, your voice of sweet summer rain.
Venerable mountains, as I become lost between your aphotic stones,
May thou watch over Berlin as she dreams in a perfect silence.
Wow, beautiful not to mention
Wow, beautiful not to mention well written, I've read a few of your others and love them, very well done!!
This poem took me far away to
This poem took me far away to berlin, to adversity, to the fears of unity among hate and violence, and then to thoughts of planting new seeds in tilled soil, and back to adversity of those whose eyes are beyond the borders of it all. I really like the way it did that.
I love this line,
"Berlin, as my footsteps become distant echoes on your boundaries,
I can hear your whisper, your voice of sweet summer rain"
It brings me a feeling of 'no one knows what goes on behind closed doors' in the end, as berlin has changed, and yet those who lived through adversity there still live with those memories, not really having the experince of the new berlin!!!
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "