my six days of Graces

Grace I 

[31st of May, 2014]

Grace the dead
the spirits that fled
the wounds that bled
and the lovers
  who never met.

Grace II 

[1st of June, 2014] 

Grace the human sanity
the everlasting insanity
the dead leaves and
forgotten trees
the human jungle and
the animal kingdom
a falling king and
a resented Queen.

Grace III 

[2nd of June, 2014]

Grace the purple skin
 blood south and north
windswept sand grains
 trapped in the snow
the palm trees are skyward
 but most bend at the knee
Freedom comes when
 fear goes
Grace the Fear

Grace IV 

 [3rd of June, 2014]

Grace the dented lips
 and frosted tongues
of a human race
     long gone
shadows still creep in
   empty dry valleys
where my elephants used to 
         rally
give me a promise and
   maybe a wisdom
that all my history
 is not a lost kingdom
as the clouds change
  high above
I will remember you 
      in that faraway alcove

Grace V 

[4th of June, 2014]

Grace the time
 leaves intertwined
be hopeful of tomorrow
even if today 
  makes you desperate
  for you never know when
  in your ear
the little devil will whisper
  Grace the little devil’s laugh

Grace VI 

[5th of June, 2014]

Grace the insects
  the confused fruitfly
  and the boastful firefly
  the bashful spider
  and the miserable ladybug
But why should you care
if the cannot give you 
   a hug

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