I opened my eyes and raised my head high.
I knew I couldn't fly but where's the harm to try.
I danced day and night I sang to the stormy sky.
'Long live the rain washing my tears when I cry'
How can I live consumed by your dark presence?
Following me relentlessly like a second shadow.
How can my boat float through the storms?
When it's made out of years of sorrow.
A grain of sand holds more weight than my existence.
A teardrop has better chance to fit into the unknown.
No time to dwell on it no time for resistance.
Bury them under the seabed hoping they'll no more follow.
As I dance the storm away on the wreckage I call my ship.
Sinking by sunset as I take my one last sip.
I open my eyes and look up the stars
Thinking how close they are, but still they're so far.
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Matters of Fate ✔
Poetry{Now Wp_poetry featured} Seven matters of fate I closed my eyes I felt the wind on my face I knew nothing but darkness For the past few days I went to a place where all the monsters wait I had no chance to survive So I left those matters to fate...
