The Face of Conflict
Empty words ,empty talk dwarfed limbs of rain and hardened lips the ambitions of marble
A store-house of anecdotes ,emulators of the time and place that catastrophes became beasten to the ground
The unaccountably curled statements,filled with smiles,links dissolved with one sigh than solicitude
Any measurable strenght was scattered on the road to wisdom, where stumbling ignorance sought a gathering
One more coaxing tongue stumbled vaguely into a silent darkened room as profound questions leapt to light
Over the white sheet curiosity is counseled the secret of exitence, as empty words become empty ornamentations
Sheets with decision and stern lines are dismissed in the shadows, as the face of decision is caught abruptly in truth
The face of conflict , gravely authoritative gaze to the prehensible small hands now unconquerable
