Gently it pours
Like cotton on the skin,
Forming puddles therein,
And reflecting the lights it showers in.
Gently it spills
Veiling the hills
And wash away all the lethal ills;
To spare hopes and wills.
Gently it falls
Like little, cool, crystal *****
Melting onto the abundant furniture of this green halls
Along with waltzing winds it calls.
By Wardah
23rd November 2017 (6.18pm)
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 5:28 AM UTC
What to write?
What to write?
What to write?
On this piece of white,
A spot where my pen glides,
Under a shower of light,
I feel the need to fight,
For these temptations that I have inside,
So that they'll fly like a kite,
Secured by ropes that tight,
So that I have the vivid sense of wrong and right,
After all, it's all about balance right?
What to write?
What to write?
What to write?
About my foolishness that was striped bare into the lights,
The one that totally has no sense of what's right,
It just follows my greed that ignites,
Without thinking twice,
In a split second, it was already on sight.
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 5:16 AM UTC