and that was the best part
Warning : imagination overloaded (well,I'm not sure if it is "over"loaded) but I'm telling you, it won't make sense if it is casually read!
I look beneath the universe, Whirling like a cosmogyral...
As the emotions embark on the smoke-stained roof, Over the sunken and decaying sun...
I collect the withered flowers with my bruised fingertips, carrying my deepest sorrows...
we brimmed the pages with pieces of our soul...[dedicated to every poets out there]
we watch lights
scintillating,
till darkness rips open the beckoning silence... [about the feeling of emptiness]
we were - the wilting petals of an elegiac jasmine in sunburnt fields...
My part on collaboration created by @alanad and participated by 13 more writers. [ for the topic : pyrophobia ]
yes, time has indeed reversed,
superstitions have become skeletal beliefs...
Elegiac leaves only mourn, leaving a map of scars drawn across the horizons...
We still have many unanswered questions, right?
This is not my best piece, just...thoughts.
ah! it feels so nice to write again.
(and thank you @clair_de_lune for the idea :- april showers)
for our hearts are like wildflowers, blooming out of ice-frozen ground...
The clouds broke, as the stars showered, the distant brontide rumbles. [For @scintilla's writing prompt #7]
Cruel romance imagination! again something senseless. hope you enjoy! thanks for the support!
Warning : imagination overloaded (well,I'm not sure if it is "over"loaded) but I'm telling you, it won't make sense if it is casually read!
I look beneath the universe, Whirling like a cosmogyral...
As the emotions embark on the smoke-stained roof, Over the sunken and decaying sun...
I collect the withered flowers with my bruised fingertips, carrying my deepest sorrows...
we brimmed the pages with pieces of our soul...[dedicated to every poets out there]
we watch lights
scintillating,
till darkness rips open the beckoning silence... [about the feeling of emptiness]
we were - the wilting petals of an elegiac jasmine in sunburnt fields...
My part on collaboration created by @alanad and participated by 13 more writers. [ for the topic : pyrophobia ]
yes, time has indeed reversed,
superstitions have become skeletal beliefs...
Elegiac leaves only mourn, leaving a map of scars drawn across the horizons...
We still have many unanswered questions, right?
This is not my best piece, just...thoughts.
ah! it feels so nice to write again.
(and thank you @clair_de_lune for the idea :- april showers)
for our hearts are like wildflowers, blooming out of ice-frozen ground...
The clouds broke, as the stars showered, the distant brontide rumbles. [For @scintilla's writing prompt #7]
Cruel romance imagination! again something senseless. hope you enjoy! thanks for the support!