Piercing through the darkness Through a tiny crack in the night Silently warming the souls of the Wretched devoid of light All it takes is a chance, a possibility To brighten up hearts from inside Fighting off the ebony with rays of comfort Acting like a relentless guide
Flowers bloom in spring, Amidst all the vacillation, they do to foster and harbour the gleam, The nature with its allurance in zeal, Buoyant thoughts aligning desires in between, The scintillating sun glazing in the sheeny azure, Silhouettes figuring themselves into metaphors, And that light reflecting in the cavernous waters, grasping the twine of fathom promises; Flowers bloom in spring; To assure that senescence not always sync, Unkempt lacerations of pain, Do speak the wounds of an insane, Reassuring the hope that not everything goes in vain!
daffodilpearlzz@heartsease How do you read so keenly?!!!! And when I read your poems, I feel the same... Perhaps, there is something common in our past. Thank you for always being with you and giving me these wonderful vibes Cinderella. I know I'm a bit late in responding. But my college will start soon, so the preparations are taking a bit more of my screen time. Lots of love to you