It was the witch
Who didn't know magic
Her spells rebound
Struck her heart
Tears, gloom all around,
No where to restart.
It was the ghost
Who knew the way to light
And though he wandered clueless
Without any delight,
Had a heart of a firefly
But no one to rely.
When the dark and the light
Merge with an ease
Of water paints
Where there's melancholy,
There's mutual empathy and love,
There's a new creation of hope,
It's all over above.
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 6:48 AM UTC
It was the witch
Who didn't know magic
Her spells rebound
Struck her heart
Tears, gloom all around,
No where to restart.
It was the ghost
Who knew the way to light
And though he wandered clueless
Without any delight,
Had a heart of a firefly
But no one to rely.
When the dark and the light
Merge with an ease
Of water paints
Where there's melancholy,
There's mutual empathy and love,
There's a new creation of hope,
It's all over above.
