*The word that twirls a lady in
a windy moors
with daffodils watching her from afar
moving their bodies to the velocity and rhythm
Words, words, words,
the flowers took a glance of a
pummeled heart
the next day where clouds gloom
pouring anger to a lonely life
the lady lay on a bed of grass
waiting for the rain to melt
her raging heart
Little daisies whisper
as the lady found a shade
and sat looking at a tranquil sky
She waited and waited
until the night came to cover the dismal eyes
Every day the flowers
await for the beam of sunlight
and the soft touch of the wind
who used to play with the
lady in the moors
She disappeared without a trace
One day, she came back with
a discreet smile
walking with grace
on her way to paradise
she planted a sunflower
under the sunlight
she looked up and blinded by the glint
the flowers giggled
and started dancing again.*
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 9:36 AM UTC
*The word that twirls a lady in
a windy moors
with daffodils watching her from afar
moving their bodies to the velocity and rhythm
Words, words, words,
the flowers took a glance of a
pummeled heart
the next day where clouds gloom
pouring anger to a lonely life
the lady lay on a bed of grass
waiting for the rain to melt
her raging heart
Little daisies whisper
as the lady found a shade
and sat looking at a tranquil sky
She waited and waited
until the night came to cover the dismal eyes
Every day the flowers
await for the beam of sunlight
and the soft touch of the wind
who used to play with the
lady in the moors
She disappeared without a trace
One day, she came back with
a discreet smile
walking with grace
on her way to paradise
she planted a sunflower
under the sunlight
she looked up and blinded by the glint
the flowers giggled
and started dancing again.*
