Antidote... Poem by syma tasaduq

Those silver -tongued words,
Those true blue birds.
I wished to visit their abode
The avialry of those herds.

The home of your reminiscence,
Those best fits to my sense
Surpassing laconic conversations
Steping in thier essence.

I was let in to walk,
Without a door to knock
In the lutes of acrimony,
In the time of anti clock.

After being through travesty
In all that i could hear and see
Sham birds of song and hue,
In place of crows on autumn tree.

Here let me add a caution note..
To each page that you did wrote,
For togather your thoughts and words;
Are most efficient Antidote.