Our intro to life,
Is a touch of lust and paradise.
While the hands of birth bring us together..
When a sun's blanket is wrapped around us,
We cry of fear.
That betrayal may become of us,
Or we may become of it.
...
The light will touch you...
It will shine a lullaby in your crib...
As you cry tears of the lagoon.
Greatness awaits...
Inside the child's painting
Somber hearts will bend for laughter and adventure.
...
But sometimes,
Their will be multiple sorrows.
A cloudy day will appear,
And hide the eyes of the sky.
That is when happiness fades...
When the lavender is dimming from reality...
But the dark helps us see colors we never saw.
But we see them in anxious waters...
That withered from exposed veins...
That sleep in December.
...
Deep in snow,
The memory of planes still fly over our heads...
But we also remember,
When we were nothing but particles of the leaf.
Where we've seen the birds fly to God's wife...
Chirping at the end of melodies
That traveled toward his story.
...
While we sleep ourselves to bare gold,
We lack to twist.
We are stale in the Garden of Clay.
As the Moonrise greets our shell,
YOU ARE READING
Haruka Toku Ni
PoetryThis poetry collection is dedicated towards those who're going through internal hardships. When the feelings of wanting to depart grow too strong. If you wish to bathe in serenity, this is for you.
