Wind brings cold sorrow
upon the harsh cheeks of peace.
Like sandpaper forced to strip
the wood from it's originality.
Wind splintered;
scarred by disease.
Freedom of the world permits-
experiences we forget to seek.
I have the power while
trapped behind these walls,
to bring the wind down-
to sandpaper these memories away after all...
Nature give me strength,
as I sink in your terrain,
in order for me to live my life
within a world where evil reigns.
Wow. Just wow hun. Beautiful piece on how even the simplest of things such as mother nature can give us courage to face anything, just like nature faces all. I absolutely loved the lines "like sandpaper forced to strip the wood from its originality" and the line "nature give me strength as i sink in your terrain". A beautiful and delicate piece. Wonderful job babe. Keep on writing masterpieces. <3s!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteAw, baby--this is piece extraordinary. I believe this is the one that you were working before, correct? I like it very much now =D Great job sweetheart.
ReplyDeleteCoco <3