When It Starts

When It Starts

Yesterday was born with all the lightness in intensity
When the day’s light was seen all above us like grace
reason why it shun was never the question or asked
But when light shadows the grey reflection;
We but wonder

What is the distance of human anger? The range it emit.
You wonder why the sickling finds strength to breathe;
The hurt difficult to die, or let go the ghost.
The power of grievance is more as the power of love.
Divine yet linger

Fighting the begotten is the trance of ambiguity
With the saying ‘Don’t start what you cannot finish
Anger is always the architrave that frails the strong
As brave as can be, as strong as it is,

-When it started is always the question?

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