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She lay there on her bed silently,
Deeply lost in some unknown thoughts.
Whilst staring unblinkingly at the moonlight streaming in.
"Was it going to be a magical night?"
She wondered loudly in the silent beating of her heart.
Yet a shudder she felt....
As of an old cruel friend knocking on her door.
Her vacant eyes naught but an empty canvas of pain & sadness.
Gathering the storms of her heart,
Unleashing the flood like a hurricane of tears and sorrows.
The old wounds trembling, ripping apart,
And being casted back into life.
She lay there.....
Gasping painfully like a drownded person brought to surface.
Birthing the pain like a Phoenix,
Arising from it's ashes, dancing her wings
And sundering away the hidden darkness,
Striking the dulleth wound with a reborned fire.
Chilling her to the core...
Her heart smitten into pieces,
Drowning into her own ocean of sorrows.
Strangling the silent echoes of her cries
As the waves ebbed away into the darkening horizon,
Against the waning moonlit sky.
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¦ Gypsy Dreams ¦
PoetryUnlike my other works, I hope to make this a one single compilation of all my future poems. It is titled as such as it is in reference to a girl, a gypsy dreamer. It is her story, in a poetic form...the girl who once lived and was as happy as the su...
