The stars shined above her.
There was nothing much to see.
The petals, they wither,
just like the booming catastrophe.
The pandemonium shook,
a dull grey with ash.
With one onward look
she beheld, the world in trash.
Enveloped in ember,
was the city she lived in.
There was not much to remember,
Just the haunting din.
She did repent her fury apart
For scorching the city she'd earned.
She'd loved it with all her heart,
The city that burned.
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- Pranamya
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As The Storms Roar
Poetry"The storm roared triumphantly, Leaves savored the water. Raindrops pattered on the window, The glass protected her from the spray of water beyond. Yet, she felt a drop making its way down her cheek." - This is just a collection of my short stor...
