The epitome of compliance she was,
Never opposed the constrains of these white walls,
Until the storm raged,
That's when she became the rebel,
As the droplets of passion cascaded from the sky,
She lowered her walls,
Freed from her shackles..
The laws could not ever withhold her then,
When the elixir of freedom and purity descended from the sky,
Awakening the flames in her .
Like a werewolf on the full moon,
Yet instead of loosing control,
She breaks free .
The euphoria she has awaited
has arrived,
The storm has arrived ....
The rain collided with her fragile being,
Giving her tranquility,
Her smile was the equivalent of the stars.
As she danced in this abyss of bliss,
Her light was reborn....
~Noora
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FLAMING MELANCHOLY
PoetryFLAMING MELANCHOLY Wisps Of Passion. An anthology of poems comprising of diverse topics/themes. It intricately articulates various predicaments/scenes and feelings. Each poem evokes depths of several emotions. Get intertwined with each syllable an...
