𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙍𝙚𝙙
Shades of red
touches the earth,
in crimson-like hues.
Enveloping the sky
like tongues of flame
erasing all that's blue.
No more of the tinge
of the salty breeze
are coming from the seas;
no more of the soft
whistle of birds
are nestled in its trees.
And out the window
there she sighs
on how beautiful the sunset is;
oblivious of the cry,
the flame; the fire –
the screams of those who plea.
For these reckless streaks
of vermilion tints
bear not from the sun's touch;
these tones are made
with the wars of men;
enraged by greed and grudge.
Shades of red,
continue to spill
and paint the stricken sky;
yet amidst the ash
we can will for change,
and do something – you and i.
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Stardust
PoetryStardust (n.) - For we are all specks in this world full of lost souls and broken hearts. - In which a young, ink-stained girl, talks about the thoughts that haunts her. --x full synopsis inside. immerse yourself in an uncanny girl's deep ocean of t...
