* * My Dirge Poem by Luwi Habte

It’s like there is no innocent heart
Neither before nor to be created later
With the crowded rigmarole
It is just squander goal

For endless adoration
People create demarcation
It obviously is internecine
A disease without medicine

Harmless hearts with true soul mates
Rarely available in few sites
So where it could be available
The close connection which is not terrible?

Having a wonderful soul mate
It either was my chance or my fate
But I can see it’s true
Losing my soul mate is due

luwi