Delightful aurora,
Inciteful flora,
Blinding rays,
Scented glebes,
Enchanting sonances,
Erstwhile adored.
Scorching heat,
A gaze at the sea,
The waves pounding!
The rocks squashing,
The bed rumbling,
An omen!
Wailing cries,
What could it be?
Eyes juggling,
Chirping in the jungle,
Mumbles unfathomable,
Flipping and fading,
The site from afar,
My sight finds pleasure in such no more.
These are the days!
The days foretold;
The days foreseen not;
The days forewarned;
Bygone memories,
Reapeth now what we sowed!
YOU ARE READING
THE BOY ON THE BRIDGE.
PoetryThe weakest ink harbors the strongest minds. A collection of thoughts that will blow your mind. Some emotions laced herein are quirky, any similarity to real characters is just a mere coincidence*
