Sparkatale

Upon a time to be Born And a time to die A day you cry, it's not a lie But withdrawn, you wish to burn. Ashes of life, great courage is lost Clean victory and the urge to life Unfaithful love and the hurt of a knife A day you were born, a day you will frost Solid, cold in the chill of the atmosphere Blocked Symphony with no air At this moment you're less fair In all, do not mourn this little sphere Do not cry nor do weep But do read my will Hurt in the heart for which I kill Then my body do not keep. By Ogochukwu JonNwakalo Aka A. M T