The deafening sound loitering around,
And the excruciating beats of the heart.
The ashen face due to shock,
Petrified with everything around..
Her Rapid breathing with brief intervals,
Eyes wandering in the ancient view,
Chilling in the middle of the pouring rain,
Hushed with the sorrowful archaic view
With chaotic mind that's out in the blue.
Aren't the time compelling?
Then why left the destitute maiden,
In the trauma of the past full of burdens?
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Miscellany Of Rhythm [COMPLETED]
PoetryThis is not a story, but all just a product of my feelings. Whether is Happiness, Longing, Sadness, Doubt, or even Confusions in my everyday life, and words I want to say, either to myself or my friends. I hope you'll like them. Maybe you can relate...