She was nothing but a lost traveller,
Treading across snowy tangled plane in the winter.
Her wandering soul aimed far of places to uncover,
When her eyes laid upon a golden yellow flower.
What a wonder!
A thriving beauty stood tall on a solid ground.
Sparkling with luster,
Its serenity held a captive bound.
Her heart quivered from the soft delicate touch when she'd gone near,
A taste of water that quenched her thirst on a long winding journey to the dessert,
While soul trembled from bloodless battles that made her emptier.
She bled upon the shivers of its body when they assert.
An unobtainable wealth against her will;
The greatest crime she could never perfect,
When its a judge capable of a harsh verdict.
So, he remained as her lost winter daffodil.
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THY so-called Poetry
PoésieChaos. Madness. Love. Emotions. Lost of words beneath the swirling storms. Pour them out inside a book. - - - - A work of messy-ness. Engraved. - - - - Disclaimer: This is purely work of mind. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, charact...
