A gloomy midnight—I rested
beneath a starry veil, where
drenched sky shrinks
hiding a tear, flowing,
latterly floating.
Silent the tear is
to honor the nature,
to honor the rain,
making it annihilate
in other aqueous.
As sky turns,
the tear gets burnt
with all compassion,
casting depression
towards the fear.
How peace would've,
if it stayed in
my eye,
its coffin.
May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 5:16 AM UTC
A gloomy midnight—I rested
beneath a starry veil, where
drenched sky shrinks
hiding a tear, flowing,
latterly floating.
Silent the tear is
to honor the nature,
to honor the rain,
making it annihilate
in other aqueous.
As sky turns,
the tear gets burnt
with all compassion,
casting depression
towards the fear.
How peace would've,
if it stayed in
my eye,
its coffin.
