Moonchild stepped across the puddles and tears weeping through lacerations and scars left by the first meeting of grieve, the only moment sadness hovered and suffocated the sun, the emotions knew how to hide and viel the loss.
Choas erupts screaming down the throat, inside the lungs breathless they become while insanity meets sorrow and the rain lashed its furry upon the blanket that deceitfully brought its plans hiding the heart from reality
Lightly it rains drowning anguish and darkening the hope to live tomorrow Childmoon playfully played until his call towards the grave through the light rain.
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Decaying and Reviving Hope
Poetry#3 hot: #Reviving #1: wattap #1 hot: #wattpad Collections of poems and short stories exploring the different conflicts impacted and collected within her memory. An opened door to my sorrow and happiness, to my bitter-sweet affections that were hidd...
