I wonder when fate will attack
Will I wish time back
Give me a way to begin new memories
Give me a day to wake with happy stories
Rhymes singing with a chorus of fantasies
That should come true with magnificence
A broken petal in my hand
Its beauty wilted under my command
Torn between Life and death
It was very beautiful, filled with health
Shining natural wealth
Blending into the horizons of my soul
It took out emotional colours to show it to the world
But blackened did the serenity of its bloom
And weakened did the meanings that once zoomed
Through lenses of focus, metaphors and sense
The sweetest petal that was soft but strong and never TENSE
I whisper my pain to the navy night, ask the stars to give me light
My silence agonises my fever of love
What is it that I desire?
who is it that I need to explore?
Explorations of a lifetime of suprises
I drown in hope of finding out the truth
But secrets gush like a broken artery full of falling blood
and I feel faint to the lies.... to the magnificent wrong.
1 comment:
last few days our group held a similar talk on this topic and you illustrate something we have not covered yet, appreciate that.
- Laura
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