Words of the Broken and the Lover

Sounds of Childish Complaint

Written on: December 18, 2017

The wind blew along with the rustles of the trees,
      it sounded as if it was whining under the calm sun.
Landslides and rocks into the waters, be it river, lake, or sea, sounded like a pitiful plea
      but it was more of a howl of a cunning beast.

Waters are the ones who makes illusions.
The ones who embrace things that have fallen in it, thus, whoever makes trickery on it makes a joke on him/herself.
Beast or little lamb, it says, yet it’s nothing but a dreadful and disgusting feast
      and not even vultures, condors nor buzzards would eat.