Created by Brenda Li
What beauty lies in rain of darkened day?
If sorrow blooms in chest’s firm clenched fists
Then terrors steals the fragile harkened way
Heard louder bleats than reason’s cry insists
Each tender day echos weaker than th’last
Reveals our wilt in frost with zero tithes
In melodies retrieved from summer’s past
Not all forgotten growing in the piths
Grievances give way to nostalgic gifts
Replace the shallow pits and sallow wits
Our memories may haunt us in our rifts
Sabre souls and savour succulent twists
Even in the darkest hours will we find the myths
Sweet nothing more’s which urge us to persist
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