MeMeNtO
Conjoining the hurt..
The truth felt shy..
Mistakes magnifying from the mirror,
The shadow couldn't fly..
What made the butterflies flutter their wings..
Rusted the iron dragonflies..
Like anticipations bend their channels..
Uncertainty floating by..
Let go they said each time resistance took over..
So much left behind..
Reckoning of the caves hid within..
The craving sighed a cry..
Promises recited in ceilings..
Like flashes of lighting dying overnight..
5 comments:
flutter your wings and be the butterfly,
forget every promise,
and let resilience take over the iron dragonfly!
Resilience often imbibes the crinkles, well said..
You made me wonder why flowers look beautiful even after their dead..
P.S. Thank you :)
Very well said.. Thats because beauty lies within.. And it doesnt let the outside world affect whats inside.
And since i am anonymous, does this mean we are fraaaaanzzzzz?
Absolutely.
P.S. I meant for the first comment ;P
Okay okay, FRAANNZZZ!!!!
those who are bound by the shackles of guilt lives in the state of glorified emotions.....glorified but wasted.....shed the iron mask don't pretend cos inside ....all dragonflies r beautiful ....live free n flutter yet again like a butterfly
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