A part of life
Is falling...
Like an endless tear
Was falling...
Cracked open on the ground
Watching its remains swirling 'round
The life, with the wind
And watching that life
Renewed, fresh, ready to come alive again,
No, while she dies
On the ground.
She died.
YOU ARE READING
When Boredom Strikes
PoetryThe sun sets. The darkness came. When boredom strikes, I think of you all over again. Then creativity starts, the journey to memory lane now begins. _______ N.B: Keep reading. May you enjoy this roller coaster ride! -Marjwiiitty
