when the glass of roses broke into glitters,
and your silence filled my lifeless soul,
the noise of witches be calling my name,
but yours ascended like an angel's roar.
now, when light is seen no more,
me who listens to softly soft lullaby of yours,
where fragility skips its beat for your return,
and the tremor suddenly turns ashes,
hear my plea, and i'll return the favor,
wish for divinity's most, and we'll be closer.
twice it was, yours be loving else,
the rhythm of something slowly ends.
for one is hazy while one is timid,
one is there, and she's taking the lead.
where do I start? when will I end?
no thing has started, so was our glitter.
vague, like smoke you vanished,
so like atmosphere of toxicity,
me silently waiting for my carbon,
was it? suffocation of own mayhem.
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Wandering Through Poetry
PoetryPoetry because the essence of our life depends on it. note: these are actually the poems i accumulated for the past 3 years.
