On the ever ending horizon, I see a grey cloud,
Idle on its territory.
There somewhere by, there is a golden sun,
Sinking in serenity.
Then there is a welcoming sound of thunderbolt,
Cracking across the skies.
Accompanied by the sweet falling of giant raindrops,
Splashing majestically.
The earth is being filled with glamour and splendor,
It's ripe for re-birth.
I looked again; something shines like diamond,
Reflected in a mirror.
Angels are divine; I welcomed the thought, my angel
Watches over me.
The clouded sky, seems just like my clouded mind,
There seems to be an emptiness,
Just like the doubts in my mind, my angel is gone,
It's the time of the end.
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A Compendium Of Feelings To "THE ONE THAT IS TO BE MET". #tfa2017
PoesíaA collection of poems written by me in silence, sadness and emptiness. Looking at the world from various perspectives. Life isn't all simple and straightforward. It's filled with twists and turns, magic and splendor. The world is a marvel, be it i...
