Life is like a gush of wind, it comes and goes. It's like a little tragedy, if you may.
P.S I suggest if you read it with "Beautiful Things" by Andain
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She looked around her,
It was a painting all blur.
And the mist was her tears,
The red smear was her fear.
Swollen, smiling, slithering;
She saw it coming!
Fast like a Phoenix
It was composed like a matrix
She was scarred,
With bruises in her heart...
She did not tell thee,
For you would flee.
She cried to sleep,
With crystals in her almond curls
Glistening, oh so bright!
Like shiny little pearls.
She thought it was a façade,
And so from the world did she depart
Her agony was like a crust,
She was forgotten, like Amber dust!
She looked around her,
It was painting all blur
Cotton cushions in a swirl,
And angels in a melody dancing before her...
And before dawn,
She had gone!!!
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Poetry
PoesíaSometimes we all need relief and solace; poetry is the best form of escape to a magical realm! I hope you enjoy and leave your valuable feedback! Thank you.
