They wither, gently away the tears,
Pouring down the hellish sears.
Fiercely independent the feminal,
The baneful garth of the surreal.
The larcener of the town tower,
Tearing down the minsters power.
Au revoir the shiny blooms of heaven,
Snatched within the endless woven.
Amazed the folks not a laud,
Stretching the cotton candy cloud.
Plucking the courage for the manoeuvre,
Poised by the strings of glamour.
The lady stood fully beyond optimism,
Rippened away the torn bosom.
She wept and wept boundlessly,
The reddened tears of ablation haplessly.
Conséquence of the hefty monster,
Spilling milk from the chinese canister.
Thirst words havent tasted yet,
Bleeding away the yards to be met.
Fierce fire rush through the lines,
Fighting through the mind of signs.
Torn apart the issues of mankind,
Millions stand the public quite blind.
Shattered down deeply rooted ardour,
Knitting the thrown pieces in the arbour.
Joyous the folks may acclaim,
None the menace to blame.
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The lost soul
PoetryThis is a poetry about a lone soul lost in thoughts,struggling with depression and solitude. I shall be writing 15 short poems about my feelings and my current state of mind.🥀
