SoftlyA Poem by AlexanderSoftly, like the gentle blowing winds.
The soft, rustling sound of leaves, in a forest of trees.
Crossing rivers Burning bridges Setting alight flames to papers This rhyme a selfish poem Made by desperate hearts in yearning Singing for an end to their miseries. Softly, like gentle winds before summers end. Skies are burning Lovers are screaming Streets painted with shades of red And orange and heartbreak too Aflame, their ashes, the salvation of others. Glittering, is the stars in the dark night. A void of empty Echoes of people we used to be Pitter patter of feet In this empty, vacant house Memories that once belong Now only wishes to be buried Along with the love that once was And the memories of who we used to be. Like blooming red roses, after morning rain. © 2018 Alexander |
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