Clock strikes at 3
The waterfalls rush
against the whooshing wind
Refined by the flume of vision
Gushes in the absence of intention
Clock strikes at 4
The moon who was bound
to light the universe with a celestial glow
Hid behind the silver mattresses
frightened by the blue hour her foe
Clock strikes at 5
The moonbeam she emits
were slowly guzzled by the blaze
Luminous rays that once embraced the darkness has melted along with her grace
Clock strikes at 6
The maiden has fallen
Gone down the drain of thorns
Deadlocked in a cage of horns
Clock strikes at 7
Yin was faced with an unfortunate fate
Despising Yang engulfed in brittle fire
Inebriated in a wicked State
Clock strikes at 8
A non-ending grief
Heavenly body's glints on the water were lost
Thereby, she mumbled,
"I've foreseen the cost."
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Uttered on a rough paper
RastgelePoetry serves as a means to convey thoughts, feelings, and encounters, offering a voice for those who lacked the bravery to speak out and held their peace.
