When the music fades,
I start to hear their screams,
and the drop of tears —
I was walking in green,
where everyone is crying.
I cried too,
realising it was years since I did!
Every pain,
every thorns,
all have been plucked away!
Enjoying every weep,
a rock made me tripped!
I lost the music in my ear,
and everyone is staring
waiting for each drop of my tears!
It scattered in rocks,
I am lost!
Everything are red!
(Photo Credit to Kit Sandoval)
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Hang - Leave
PoetryHanging for something is a choice and it depends; if you will leave or if they will leave you. (c) Kit Sandoval for the wonderful Cover 😎
