She Poem by jose sarang

She spreads her smiles
Over the grieves
Over the pains
She sows the sweat
And harvest the wheat
Wind blows
She flies like a kite in blue,
And in white.
Forest is dead,
She shades the bird.
Bird sings with the reed.
She takes the wings from the arrow
And the bird flies over the clouds
She takes the skin from the weeping drum
The stag climbs over the hills
She takes the sword from the chariot
Horses gallop in the dream nights
She reads the psalms
And the hills divide the loaves and fishes
She screams with the child
Child flows with the streams
And she shares the night with the half moon
She is a word.
Like a leaf, fallen from the sky
She is a tale
Like a seed, fallen from the beak
She reads the gospel
And the neighbour betrays her thrice
The words
Fade in the church bells
She closes the the Holy text
And smiles with the sky
She is saint, sins....
He, who is without sin can cast the stone
©josesarang