I see a young girl
With such pristine gaze
She stands in the corner
Apart and alarmed
At the glances of demons
Savouring her figure
She clutches her dress
Bites her lips
Scared and alone
Her eyes plead for a tender glance,
Yet all she receives is the mere thirst
Of demons eager to swallow her whole.
Yet, oh, it's her fault!
Who granted her the freedom
To be so ethereal,
That gazes lock in,
Forgetting she is human,
Built of blood, flesh, and tears.
That Under her tender bosom
there is a racing heart,
In Mere hope of life.
Under her divine eyes lie
Dreams and wishes,
she holds so dear
Now I wonder and question the heavens,
Can she be any better than a caged bird?
How, Generation to generation,
serene of all,
be a mere prisoner?
Defined no better than a feather on a quill,
A mere decoration,
pleasure to the eyes
Yet, the utter silence fills the room.
-Hiruu:)
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Under The Infinite Sky
PoesíaThe crystal sky is so eternal and infinite, yet oh the irony! We remain so broken and bounded, leaving our sorrows and heartaches, silent hopes and serene dreams concealed beneath as gentle marvels... So it is to such revelation, all couldn't ex...
