Pure as ivory snow andas warm as a Midsummer's day.
The smell of fresh daisies and the sound of children at play.
I feel love in my heart,and peace in my mind.
I rejoice for now I know time is only a state of mind.
The past is full of painted dreams and vivid memories, looking
towards all of our tomorrows while closing our eyes and drowning out our sorrows.
I cleanse myself of all of my pain,all of my hurt, fresh asa newborn, innocent andalmost chalk-white.
Then you came along.
I saw all shades of colors,a rainbow even, perhaps.
Over time the colors darkened, I was no longer pure and white.
I was now stained, darkened,bloody and impure.
The flowers stopped blooming, the kids stopped playing, the sun stopped shining.
Everything was now wilted and dead.
Flowers now wilted and unarranged.
My heart, my mind, my peace, allonce again permanently left still,static, and stained.
YOU ARE READING
Silk Rain
PoesíaSilk Rain is another digital poetry book of mine containing fantasy-like events and stories with poems conveying multiple emotive qualities, with (some) better writing. I look forward to being able to share my words with others.
