Now, here,
Clashings of storm and calm
They sit like statues in fear
Waiting for the fire to pass
Where flowers bloomed and waterfalls cascaded
Hills of nightingales
And children went to bed at night
Dreaming about enigmatic tales
The moon used to shine on Us
The rain used to pour
Birds of sweet night hymns
Were caged and adored
When there weren't enough lies
To be above all
Then came the plight
Sweeping away the season of fall
There were no smiles of love
Or any pitiful eyes
We were cursed alone
And left to die
As we wait for her heart to cool
Praying for good health
Feigning ignorance but knowing still
What she's had and dealt
We know our death is certain
But there's something here to say
Please don't feign ignorance
But appreciate the light of day.
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**
