Murmuration of flocks were vigorous and stiff branches were living,
When the broken nib laid sleep, her eyes began to sweep.
Silence was deafening, an unfamiliar echo waves began starring.
Rustling pages of soil book and the published words were fading from her lip,
Utterance that wasn't from her came loud dressed such a creep,
Tangled soul hyperventilation; thereby welcomed the beginning,
Of the crystal clear rain her notion has caressed.
Arriving on the dark cave where isolation cried her comfort gently with a kissed.
Soft bumps of breathing was thriving under the shower of crescent,
Fussing was on undercover mission of where her presence might have been,
Alarm construction of irrelevant between her mind, body, and pouring effervescent,
'Where have you been lately? Why are you so shockingly thin?'
'Why is my hidden vulnerability blinded? And why is my physical state can only be seen?'
But thy functional emotions were a crystalline bed, and Luna's possessive voices were incessant.
Rock glass contained a heavy weight of the burning sensation her prospect hallucination keen,
Croak of figures were off-key, crickets on blues lonely, screeching of her mind screamed again brilliantly.
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The Rumblings of Luna
PoetryINTRODUCTION The existence of her sixteen years has narrowed herself upon the illuminous environment when only the mute lass tried to surround herself from the healthy community. Luna's unfamiliarity and weakness to herself become relevant and bold...
