Sometimes the broken shells on the sand,
Look sad to me, as if broken diamonds on land.
The shells, looking like tears crystallised from the pain,
Look solicitously at the sky; tired of the strain.
The heat of the sun, the flow of the sea,
Hurt them more than they could ever be.
But then I watch a child collect the pieces with patience and time,
Marvelling at their broken beauty with a smile.
And then I realise that perhaps not everything,
Faces the same fate like the bird with a broken wing.
Sometimes there is more than feeling just pain,
Perhaps it's about learning to dance in the rain.
~*~
{ Perhaps our journey was decided by fate,
But I know that you don't deserve my hate. }
29th of June, 2017
8:45 pm
YOU ARE READING
Lachrymose
PoésieI miss you, and I can't get over you. You bewitched me and forever left me in a state of lachrymose. #book 3 Cover by @deepan2486 Highest rank - #30 in poetry WINNER OF THE RHYME SCHOLAR AWARDS(WORDGASM) 2017
