One soul to carry
towards the end
Two eyes to see
what's up ahead
Three words to say
what you felt
Four limbs to work
and toil, to lendOne fate to tackle
according to destiny
Two hearts beating
fighting for sanity
Three sighs to begin
eroding your clarity
Four times to know
this not your fantasyFive fingers to grasp
the final breath
Six chances left
to live life until death
Seven colors to tell
that we are not misled
Eight veins to burst
and eight would have bledFive crossroads to lead
to various fates assigned
Six peaks to reach
what would be left behind?
Seven praises to fill ego
change me now in kind
Eight blessings to incur
eight curses as well to bindNine charts to course
leading to one end
Ten days of bliss
without planning ahead
Eleven promises uttered
each with its words held
Twelve hours on a clock
tell us who's alive
and who is dead
YOU ARE READING
a symphony of stars, a cacophony of wishes.
Poetry❝𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯❞ ˜"*°•˜"*...