The soul disguised in fake laugh,
Emerged from it's dark grave.
When all the heads were in deep sleep,
There the devil of anguish rose
Beholding with the ominous dreams.
The soul trapped in chains,
Agitated she, fell her heavy tears!
Eyes in search around the barren land,
She didn't find a single body
Just a lifeless tree as her lifeless soul,
Standing tall in the middle of nowhere.
She ran in search for a drop of life,
Followed her the cacophonous voices
Tearing up the veins of her brain.
She ran, ran and ran
Still she couldn't find her soul's way out.
Flung her knife out, she cut her vessels!
There she bestowed her precious soul
To the frivolous fallen tree.
And the touch of her pureblood's drop
Turned the desolate soil green with life!
YOU ARE READING
~The Floating Dandelions
PoesíaWhen the twilight cascades and the serenity speaks, these words play in head to drag out all the unsaid tales of truth in front of the world. There you go reader, interpret the verses in your own way and feel with however emotions you seek.
