It’s the midnight bloom,
With smudged hopes, but stormed devise;
I stare in beyond.
The cold emptiness is oh so drawing;
And now, my memories and dreams all look alike.
It’s the midnight bloom,
I stand aloof….
It’s the midnight bloom,
I am still as a tomb, but my mind is stormed;
And I am unable to battle out.
The gust of wind is not so sharp;
Yet the tears fall out and burn the wrath.
It’s the midnight bloom,
I shriek aloud….
4 comments:
so much covered in so less... very diverse and intense! well done!
WOW!! very very poignant yet romantic n not 2 forget... profound!!! well done!! :)
the gust is not so sharp ...
so
you can feel making it
blow for you ...
anyway
nice write !
impressive !!
Really Nice..
Keep it up!
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