Outlines of her knuckles rarely toned as it became pale,
Nobody got entities' superhero; it will only be no one but you and your scale,
Denied arrival of a cape, for this is not a written fairytale,
Drum rolls of anxiety as the concrete conscious within her has stopped from its sail.
Where did the rouge of the sun have gone, when she tried to burn the hazard peel of temptation?
Where did the crisp fall of the wind have gone, when she began to vomit the recognizable desolation?
Oh, where did the brisk of lending hands have gone, when she articulate the praying for elation?
'Dear, Luna. For every questions of where has ghastly gone when you dived underneath exasperation.'
Opening the vision of numbness, exploring the venomous dark night,
Even the wink of the ocean, as they synchronize a praising stand-
Was not even close to the abstract of her wishful life;
For Luna never articulate the parameter of living at ease of delight.
On the book were once hanging the burning advice, but only gripped tight her hand,
Upon the deal of new perspective, the volume flew open caused her red strife,
Unalarmed welcome of different beholder has tasted enough from their sight,
Unalarmed bulging veins threw them into an unreasonable fight.
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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...
