Her fading silhouette painted the room
a smile, unaware
of the silver curve which planted seeds
anew inside herself,
drawing the lines of her once lost
Paradise in red.
And yet,
a radiant light still played on her lovely face,
playfully,
caressing her delicate features
with gold for another moment.
Deep slumber wrapped her round
the waist and they danced again
on rhythms of a forgotten song.
But then, she left.
She left our tiny little world
dressed in shining laurels
of the past.
She disappeared from our view
a second later, unaware
of her unending Haven growing void
of shadows;
her smile faded not.
A wonder,
isn't it?
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Compass To My Heart (Wattys2015)
PoetryAs the song continues to play, enchanting my senses with another collection of musical sounds, I continue to dive deeper and deeper into thoughts, leaving them astray, to the point where I reach a state- n o o n e actually understands. ...Not even I...
