Chariot of Triumph, Part 2, by J. W. Cassandra

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Chariot’s turning, blood’s running –
I am for triumph unworthy:
Whose chariot wallows in blood,
He’ll burst into flames this world.

Unworthy for triumph, I depart,
I turn my chariot to the sky,
I sweep as a gale-notion, then
I return with my peace-self.

If my chariot is driven by peace,
I will be for triumph worthy:
My axle tramples in petals,
My world’s painted by purple dawn…

16/12. 2019., by J. W. Cassandra

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J. W. Cassandra

About the Author: J. W. Cassandra

I’m a teacher and a registered author either, at Artisjus as a writer and a poet in Hungary. I love forests, butterflies, flowers.

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