So nature white ,
We were the snow kites in the wrinkled blanket case ,
Mirror light her white sparkles ,
She was a door to my heart light cavernous space ,
Snowflakes in the merryland ,
She was the charm of my calmness and beauty in solace ,
While time is a gradual tender
For it renders the calmity into
Millions of feelings as this dear heart of mine portrays ,
Maybe whiteness is ,but, now an abandoned blankspace ,
A blank which is as deep and hollow
As a rectified deep cave.
Maybe my charm has fallen
In the depths of this deep hollow maze.
Her eyes were neon
Her heart was plumming gold ,
In the redundant of the scorches
The sunlight looned off our happy dear goals
The heat hath’ rather beeped our hearts with
Heavy hearted boom ,
Leaving me to surrender ,
To thinking as of
The very beauty of a slimy little cacoon ,
Now is the reminiscent of the happy and plumule.
Times have wear ,
Times have tear ,
why is my heart is shreded ?
Why is it drenched in fear ?
Am I lost , or has something shunken the very depths of my despair ?
Like the rain drops of heavy casted sky upclear …
Just as blood veeps into my arteliries ,
Just as wrinkles age my Cascade ,
Just as stronger as my heart grows ,
Maybe time doesn’t justify it’s ‘go’ ,
Is it a friend , is a it a foe ?
While time is immortal ,
Time is a cloud of thousands of seas and lives ,
Time is perhaps an evil
The one which made my instincts stupefied ,
Maybe it doesn’t have room at all to make one clarified ,
Or maybe just as I hear ,
It sing the songs of ‘remisicle’,
For I know that they are solitary ,
Since I lost her ,
In the Dawn of my one autumn so retired.
Daily Prompt word -Wonder