pacific is turning gold,
in the setting sun
admiring the beauty
as I witness this day
slowly coming to an end
looking at my reflection
a wave signals to the tides
while the sky gives a warning
every gust of wind,
sounds so familiar
I was nowhere —
standing at the brink
of an unwanted war
while these voices still pulsing,
underneath the shore
YOU ARE READING
Dancing In The Rain Alone
PoetryCopyright © December 2020 by Mystital - pain emanating as noun, adjectives and verbs, you're about to read what's going on in my mind, welcome my dear to my very own abyss. All rights reserved. Every single part of this book belongs to me.
