Where
Over there
Over there I saw Luna combing hair
She is as bright as the orange day
Her world is dark; but no, ‘tis is darker
Still a lot twinkles from above her
Her eyes, they do-
Fathom the stars of universe
They shine with wit and glory
Seems like she knew from all this time
All the secrets my heart denied
Somewhere there
Somewhere there I heard a stream
Running water from deep within
Sure it’s true that I am blind
But never will I see the current flow
It is inside-though I feel the cracks
The water, the water, the water
It is falling from up high
I cannot see, all is blur
But pain is fresh as the marks are still
There
There I saw the rainbow
From the tiny prisms of love
Whilst the opposite is what abides
In me, I feel the skeletons of façade
Cover up, make-believe- it is no good
There at the end is gold, they say we see hope
But do you know where the rainbow stops?
There is no end, there is no hope.
But where do I see light?
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Pain
PoezjaThe collection of poems with the theme of pain, as the title suggests, it is also about life and the hidden meanings behind all the elements living and revolving in it. Feel free to read, comment and critique. All of you will be highly appreciated.
