The whirlwind of cold air and soft snowfall,
THe dazzling lighted street of Washington,
The pumpkin stench of Starbucks in the mall--
My senses were awokened after eons.
Like how darkness gives reason for light,
Having aimless wanders became a bliss---
For it was then being found gave me might.
This sweet dream is too trenchant to miss.
Wishing to the black skies and twinkling stars,
All I yearn for is just a little more time.
Still, my broken heart replays a lost dream---
The never ending matrix of a sad rhyme.
Yet, in times of fateful grief and sorrow,
This memory is my hope for morrow.
(November 28, 2014)
YOU ARE READING
To My Ex
PuisiThis is a compilation of sonnets about feelings of love, infatuation, madness, and loss.
