Poetry, no one knows you as much as I do,
you are not beauty born from roots...
If only I had known
the sorrow she had sown...
Falling from the sky,
Reaching for a world unknown...
I'm so tired my eyes are closing,
I'm so wired my minds exploding...
Darkling
sways, swoons upon...
My dear child,
I'm sorry I gave up...
Like pencils locked in drawers,
one by one, remained silent...
The crucible brought the mercy
From the winds of the scouring ones...
Mine
I found you inside another...
Only I
There is a spell...
Just a smile
While passing the bar...
Through the sky you flew,
Shining as bright as the sun...