Bright room and empty shell
shadows in breaking bell
smoke of blurred illusions
forced into vivid reason
eyes filled with woe
nothing sentimental to grow
borrowed memories perished in time
collide in the present steps of springtime
tears ignite the light
colours of new beginning seen so bright
hope of open doors awaits
in the tiny little hands of faith
YOU ARE READING
If I thought the thought would I thought
Poetrya random collection of poetry, based on my thoughts and the feelings I have.
