Atop a roof, sat a girl
Gazing up in the sky
Counting the stars
For they held a promise
A promise of eternity
Whilst the globe are fast asleep
Lest she cares ,lost in Oblivion
The wind,her companion, moon her guardian spirit
Owl atop a tree,on a spot
As though soldier,on nightstand
Her flaws,haunting
Heard she not once, the door of mercy agape
So she let go of all the pains.
r.s kiyarh
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PoesiHere are some collections of my inner voice, Bottled and buried deep down in the depth of my heart, Scribbled down on a piece of paper. . . . She sighs,and look through the window, Waiting for the sun to shine, So she could hide in the world of book...
