Suddenly,
The trees stopped dancing
Rain poured heavily
The flowers were dead,
Blown by the frigid breeze
No aubade of tranquility
It was gray and ebony,
Embraced with nullity
Austere skies out of sublime
Tamed waves with no mellifluous signs
A goddess of garden flowers,
She could be
Now lost with a nothingness of exquisite bliss
***
She stopped writing.
YOU ARE READING
Rhythm of Pages
PoetryOne exquisite world she created for Rein's Good Souls. Rein, a poet of life sceneries in letters and in pages. She welcomes you in her soul through each piece, for she wants to share the word to give solace to all. With this book, she reminds you; i...
