• _ashna_ 32w

    SHADES OF A CLOUD.

    Like an old portrait
    that reminded you
    of the subtle art
    of loving.
    Like the cassette
    and rusted ring
    decomposing
    like the lies of
    forever and ever.

    Like the stars
    dancing upon
    her emotions.
    Like the sad skies
    bleeding upon
    sorrows.
    Like the poets
    murdering
    metaphors
    during midnight.

    Like the Zephyr
    of the late winter
    humming to
    my crescent love
    verses of an
    undying love.
    Like the spirits
    protecting the
    death of a star.


    Like the moon
    mourning for
    the death of a heart.
    Like the white Lilly
    scented like an old
    memory trapped in
    the attic of fables.

    ~The cloud rained shades of black and grey that day.
    ©_ashna_