From the depths of the charcoal clouds,
You rose with such dazzling wings,
Breaking through the darkness,
Through the magic mirror,
All this time I searched,
Life without meaning,
Not knowing what I was looking for,
Only to arrive at a standstill,
At your feet.
A lamp in hand,
Shadows cast on the walls,
Who are you?
Are you a dream?
Amidst the new rain,
Like the shade on a sunny day,
There you stood,
A breath of fresh air.
YOU ARE READING
Whispers of the Mind
PoetryLocked up inside, the mind speaks to you. Sometimes, it tells you of your past wishes, sometimes it becomes the cause of your spirals, and even more times, it allows you to dream. What a wonderful place this world could be if everyone achieved their...
