Ey the sea is filled with coralline and fish
Of every kind
Lest you should see the winter nights
Of cold and darkness
Green lights ablaze through the icy graze
Butterflies in the morning songs of air
The only thing that goes with them
Is the best colored flowers that dare
If you are to be mesmerized
By all the holy things that rise
Thus this is where you hear the hymns
Of sounds made by glass and ceramic rims
And if you are to fall bait
To all that matters to your faith
Then cast away to your own kind
You don't belong
For nature is not biased and shall never be
You are withered to a place unseen
And if you are to return one day
Thence so seeing the light of dawn
Hope you may.
YOU ARE READING
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**
