#graced
colorful winged flight
silenced at its end of life
dragonfly graced us
Oct 23, 2023
Oct 23, 2023 at 10:21 PM UTC
I'm an image of actions and floral words
I could be a poem in another world
They hymn when someone strums the chords
But I am no image of someone in the history
I'm a poem more likely not to rhyme
A music unlikely for the ears
I'm the three lines on the expected four-line-poem
The disappointment to the words at the end
A sound you will not recognize
I'm an art made of flaws
Made in time of burn and fire
Maybe to dust I came, to dust I'll belong
A hypocrite of my own
My thoughts betray me more than my words
A sinner who creeds at night, whole but shattered
But I am graced, making me beautifully flawed
The novel that may leave you warm yet hanging
Like how I am built with good intentions and wonders
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 5:02 AM UTC