Crossing my fingers
And keeping my faith
Looking for promises kept
And those that I'll break
Careful, the thorny path
It's widened stems
Grass on either side
And roses that tempt
Ancient skies and cities
The old sunny days
The night turned gray
And the rainbow's different arrays
Palisades and riversides
Graceful daylight
Kings and their pawns
Fist in with all their might
Tainted colors through every evening
The sun rises slow
While at nights of cool breezes
The moon lays aglow
Quietly, the prime reason
Of every kind
Shall look through history
As if time on rewind
Nature is looked at its best
And if stony paths cross
Then will Triton not only bring fire
But words shall finally be at loss.
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Blaze
PoetryA collection of songs intertwined in her head that she weaves into a web of intellectual words and let's them flow free in the form of poetry. **actually really cringey poetry that I wrote in the span of a year when I was 14**
