poems

the past

In the shadows of the day, where the whispers play,
A girl with sad eyes vapes her way.
Beyond the past, she takes a stand,
With eyes that hold a world so grand.

In tendrils of vapor, her story weaves,
A tale of sorrow, yet she believes.
Through the haze, a new path she'll cast,
Resilient spirit, steadfast and fast.

With each exhale, she releases the pain,
Transforming the clouds into gentle rain.
Her eyes, a canvas of dreams that last,
A girl with sad eyes, embracing the vast.