"Is this a bad dream?"
I say into the darkness
my breaths forming small clouds.
"Is this a bad dream?" I repeat
much more frantic this time,
as a wolf howls in the near distance.
My heart paces as the environment turns darker
and heavy, dark, clouds whirl in the moonless sky.
"Tell me!" I say desperately
"What is this?" The ground looks like darkened lava.
The trees have been burnt to ash,
my knees are shaking.
Shadows pace in the remnants
of the burnt trees.
The hills look like flattened plains
of charcoal dust.
"Tell me! Is this a bad dream?" I shout with much more ferocity.
From the shadows,
I sense movement.
I see you appear
and suddenly,
I know exactly what this is.
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Starry night skies (completed)
कविताUnder the canopy of a thousand stars, she found that her hands sang the words of her tender heart, the notes captured perfectly in pages that were stained a deep brown. cocooned in the embrace of a hundred constellations, ...
