Can you hear— the sounds
ventilated by that glee?
A glee, dressed with
her white gown—
Underneath was her
agony. Lurking in her shadows.
She sang.
the song of somnolence,
that opened the dark
paths of the crowd.
And on there,
they witnessed how
her tears— flown towards
the cerulean light of
mischiefs.
Revealing her
so called white clothing—
turned out to be full of
crimson flowers.
Flowers that mirrored
on their eyes. As she bled more
expressing what's inside.
She— who sang
what she mourned.
Received her most deserved applause.
They called it overtime— a masterpiece
Wherein, when she made her bows,
She knew she was a divine artist.
YOU ARE READING
Phrases Within His Shadows
Poetry" they witness his bleeding on the beauty of his shadows. "
