The rose petals fall,
like snowflakes
as they twirl,
to the strings of
the violin.

The two souls twirl,
as their hearts beat,
in unison, tenderly
as they endear each other
deep into their eyes.

Their sacred relish,
dots the future,
welcomes the future.
Filling their lives,
as they dance to the end,
of bliss.

ignorance, a blissful heaven above the deepest pits of hells
an angel's wings and her kind nature
regardless of her wishes and prayers
a fatal deception awaits her

what is that of which compels?
her to open her eyes and stare at her own demise
her gray wings in the stormed sky
no matter who poisons, it is herself that she will despise

and her heart swells
did it matter for the innocence in her words?
she could not fix anything even with such concerns
rip away her mouth, give in to their ideal, she concurs!

fatigue, chest pain, shortness of breath
broken wings, bloodied body
she opens her heart for the man named death

This is
A great sign
You will rise and
You will forever
S h i n e.

✒ ℐamil Hussain