Saturday, 25 July 2015

Equation 138 : Eruption

Before the dawn,
As the sun was setting down
In a silent that still echoes,
A wittered reflection,
The previous existence,
In a life that was hoping to be,
Awaken once again,
It was shattered at then,
Crestfallen at a distance,
In a time that only last too short,
Wittered in an instant,
Through a willow sorrow,
Neglected heart was torn apart,
Not longing for faith or hope to reappear,
Just to be perished away,
Extinguish a petrifying sorrow,
Exist within our love,
That at the end,
Came alive to a solemn greed,
The fallen tears that no longer mean anything,
Pleading for a distinguish needs,
With fears that was still hidden,
At the end of destination of eruption.

(c) Scarlet Storm 2015 

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