She was an angel with shattered wings
Seated by the window
The faint light of moon was peeking
Into the room
She was wearing a captivating smile
That can melt the heights of peak
Her doe eyes was showing the reflection
Of pitch black sky
In which the orb of night was glowing
Like a priceless gem
A few clusters of stars were scattered
All over the night sky
like pearls in the ocean
She looked around just to see herself
As a broken mess
The pale circles below her eyes exhibit
Her hectic 24 hours
And restless nights
Only the chirping sounds of cricket
Was echoing in her doomed cerebrum
The most relaxing feeling in the stir of thoughts
Was that fantasy of her
In which every awful thing seemed
To get better
With that she could turn thunderstorms
Into rainbows
Even though everything was descending
She was still contented in her own company
-Ayesha -
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Wildflower
Poetry||Wattpad featured|| WILDFLOWER. a flower of an uncultivated variety or a flower growing freely without human intervention. "Like a wildflower, she spent her days Allowing herself to grow .Not many people knew her struggle But eventually all knew...
