"Waterfall"
Here, behold my silent woes
Each drop screams its closed pores
Wounded as it flows, as freely as it goes
The scarred petal, that the sacred chamber shows
Within the chambers, petals enclosed
Fantasy whispers, "You will rose,"
Struggling is its curse, worry is its furs
Tears of the fallen, is what she bears
With its beauty arise, so gracefully
Appreciation to the creator, what she needs to be
Warm as it flows, as carefully as it goes
Petal of its heart, that the good shows
Here, then again, please hear my words!
Each drop bursts its mighty roars
Desperate as it goes, as enslaved as it shows
The pitiful waterfall, that the sanctuary shows
YOU ARE READING
// 𝙋𝙤𝙚𝙢𝙨 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙧𝙮 𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙨 //
PoetryToast to our moments that became memories! Memories that became our lessons And lessons that made our souls hungry Only capable of filling it up by indulging into the world of poetry
