Today I met yesterday's devil
He spoke like-minded to me
Understood my words and aggressive nature that bestowed its leaves burned through the gust of wind
Shrunk to the rivers knee then it awoke speaking to me
Reflecting my eyes and rays that plea
Unleash the wings to fly right above my cheeks
There I wondered was the devil really me...
Next hope fluttered through apologizes of the beast's feathers ruffled the weather now I wondered the one who controls the forecast was that really me...
Another line of the story so confusing I am sorry little Rome and Versailles throne bloody misfortune so pretty upon my castles its painting surround me then I wondered do these eyes lie to me these figures on the sculptures and this colours on the canvas are they really me...
Another moon arose to the northern light. Why I am drifting again through the Norwegian landscape and somewhere underneath the ice mountains and the collision of its feet suddenly I understand I was never to know nothing of this creature, nothing of its features, nothing of me.
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Decaying and Reviving Hope
Poetry#3 hot: #Reviving #1: wattap #1 hot: #wattpad Collections of poems and short stories exploring the different conflicts impacted and collected within her memory. An opened door to my sorrow and happiness, to my bitter-sweet affections that were hidd...
