Love Poetry Collections (SEASON 2)

16

COALOGNE

Darkness invades me,
Shatters like a crying lady in the cold night sky,
It was vague, it was a sad track,
All agonys are burnt and cooked.

Holy madness are in the stove,
Perhaps, ashes are an evident of both regrets and sorrows,
Let it scatter like a snow upward—I've seen it closely;

It was playing in the air—
Dancing freely, I played it,
Vivid memories and rigid hearts still throbbing.

I missed it—but it's okay,
I never miss this one...

To return back into my old self,
To reflect the past and to goes back to where I was,
It is a tragedy for me,
It is a melancholy.

But as it fell into the ground,
Knelt to it and had to pick me up,

I am broke and fix me,
Again and again...

A perfume of the new me!