All the stars shined out that night,
The wind and dust disturbed the sight.
Moving from the dead lane,
Scratched knees and body in pain,
Moving on never seemed to be so tough,
With mind games and some serious bluff!
Nothing else remained except God's grace,
No one was left here with a single face,
Morales into ashes,
Life is a vicious race,
In the end.... everyone was present in White,
Stars still shined bright and I slept for forever that night!
~themountain
YOU ARE READING
Life.
PoetryThis isn't a story. Just a compilation of my favorites! All the credits to respective people.
