Mariya587572

New work out now (after 3 months of editing)
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Mariya587572

A little bit of poems here…
          
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          Hark, Child of Dust, the world hath turned to lead,
          A shattered glass, where Light and Hope are dead.
          The hues of Heaven, stained with Hell's dark dye,
          And Night hath claimed the window of the sky.
          No more the sun doth paint the morn with gold,
          But soot and shadow, tales of woe unfold.
          
          The Heart, a furnace quenched, forgets its fire,
          The memories of bliss, consumed by pyre.
          A half-drowned soul in dust of ages lies,
          Where joy's bright blossoms wither 'neath the skies.
          No echo now of laughter sweet and clear,
          But whispers hollow, born of doubt and fear.
          
          A sickness crawls, a plague of mournful guise,
          That strips the mind of reason, virtue, and the wise.
          The valiant heart, a hollow, broken thing,
          Where Innocence lies slain, a bird with clipped wing.
          That carefree spirit, a forgotten dream,
          Hath perished 'neath the sorrow's somber stream.
          Grief's ravenous maw hath swallowed all that shone,
          Leaving a desolate void, where joy has flown.
          
          The World's a shroud, a veil of ashen gray,
          Where vibrant colors fade and fall away.
          No more the emerald fields, nor sapphire sea,
          But endless gloom, a vision cursed to be.
          The gaze is fixed, upon the barren waste,
          A path unending, by black Fate embraced.
          And soot, a funeral pall, doth softly fall,
          Upon the hearth, where shadows hold in thrall.
          The very breath of home, now chokes with ash,
          A testament to life's cruel, bitter clash.
          For even the dwelling's heart is filled with blight,
          And every corner hides a deeper night.