Grey skies,
Crashing thunder.
The eye of the storm,
Or
Was she the blizzard?
Cold, and bitter.
She could only destroy.
But.
What had she done,
Apart from melting
Your thawed heart?
She tripped,
And
Took a head long plunge.
Darkness,
Ice.
Cold and blue.
A drop of tear,
Through the wall of glass.
An echoing reflection,
Of
A storm wrecked ship.
It sinks,
And
Fills the ocean with debris.
Just another,
Wreck
Waiting for another ship.
YOU ARE READING
Mirage.
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