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Rosà Jan 2018
I am more than the;
Sun in the skies
Moon at night
Stars that twinkle so bright.

I am the waters;
Gives life to everyone
An overflowing pity
Of someone who's under her blankets
Who hugs her pillows in her chest
And curses the book under her breath.

I am more than the blue
Bluer than the skies,
Bluer than the seas
But is more red than blood.
Rosà Jan 2018
Do heavens really open;
And greet everyone with a smile
Or with a thunderous laughters
That may destroy humankind?

Will oceans depart
When worse become worst
And allow people
To pass the crossroads?
Or will it devour them to be buried underneath its hidden shelters

Where demons linger and abode?
Do you think it's worth believing
That your religion
Shields you from harm?
Or will you accept everyones beliefs to avoid
The destruction of the world you fond?
Questions that fulfilled my curiousity with more curiousity.
Rosà Jan 2018
I am burning cold
Your eyes give me burns
But my heart soars
You just made my life dull.

In the dying light, it's so old
At the corner take turns
You are that season bores
Let's dance at the hall.
Burning cold

— The End —