Deep in the night
When the moonlight is bright
In the season of water in abundance
Came in a blood sucker
Playing the wailing sound of the piano
Piercing through the skin
Disturbing the peaceful dream of the dreamer
Despite their short span
They came in battalions
Craving for blood
Stop the wailing sound of your piano
And let the dreamer sleep peacefully
YOU ARE READING
The memory of a lost child
PoetryThe journey of a child through nature ,tragedy that comes with love and the struggle for inner peace.
