Through the journey of life,
In a route of the darkest path,
The shades of silent,
That doesn't seems to show,
The reflection of another smile,
That somehow fades away,
Only in a glimpse of time,
As the footsteps were taken,
A kindle of heart that keen to know,
What was left there,
Written in a story,
That was only written in drops of tears,
At the end,
It echoes in a solemn sorrow,
A shuddered heart,
Pleading if there still was left some air,
To be living,
In another day of tomorrow,
A saint once before left dying,|
Suffocating in all those sins,
A dreadful soul has become,
As a sinner that still was standing with an open arm,
In a grief of hollow,
Forgiveness only left to let go,
The air that left nothing to be breathing,
Anymore,
For another tomorrow.
(c) Scarlet Storm 2015
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