01-03-2015, 05:25 AM
Smudged on the horizon,
beneath the uncaring gray clouds,
farewell of the year
fireworks set out,
and the ink drips down to nothingness.
Life goes on.
But pain has the gift of rekindling,
and heart is its faithful torchbearer,
oblivious to the clamor to appease
by offerings from its flame;
they need more fireworks, for their celebrations.
beneath the uncaring gray clouds,
farewell of the year
fireworks set out,
and the ink drips down to nothingness.
Life goes on.
But pain has the gift of rekindling,
and heart is its faithful torchbearer,
oblivious to the clamor to appease
by offerings from its flame;
they need more fireworks, for their celebrations.