In the Arms of Grief
but I'm the one who shаttered
your heart, woven in prayer,
pleading God to keep you covered
in lights of holy mantle,
repelling all the sins,
so you could slumber gently
beneath the sulphurous rings.
Lie down, sleep in my arms
as if stars would have never
aligned to tear apart the skies,
which kept us all together.
I promised that my death
wouldn't stop me from protecting
your peaceful midnight dreams.
I must admit I'm failing...
I knew I couldn't find
the way to make life be
eternally okay;
although I couldn't hide
the light you lit in me.
I may not be okay,
but knowing your life's blooming
dispels my darkest day
and makes my grief-lips crooking.
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Как и предпологал стандартная поэзия теряется.Но тем не мение наблюдается своя красота.
Что то типа японской поэзии.
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