Whistling its way through the silent morn, Awaken from sleep, annoyed and harsh, The wind blew hard, yet to be seen Only as heard as skeletons frayed. Stories of time, said and done Breathed in the air and out to the bloom Nourishing the song of eternal chime The red moved on, hungry and proud. I didn't speak, I was alone, No one to hear, no words to chant I stood beside my passionate one To bid her adieu to another state. The ashes did rain, the very next day, It smelt of smoke and my easening dream Mourning the pain, I kissed her grave And knelt for the earth and heard her say... "The rain wasn't mine, nor was the fire, The river was quiet and so was the vent Had I seen my tomorrows' part I would have slept and died in its death."
Reason for writing:
Silent emotions are the destitutes of hope...,
Birth sign: Aquarius
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