Evanescence
Welcoming the road ahead
With glitters of stars
And warm Sun
My hands carried the lighs
That my shoulders refused
As I cradle my head to my chest
Noise
Silenced empty thoughts
Lifted broken spirit
Then like the leaves
Of the old Banyan tree
I wither, I drift
Along to the dancing monsoon winds
Landing on words unsaid
Dreams yet to live
Like dust on my skin
Only to return to the Earth
From which I came from
By Jessica John Posko ❤️
Instagram: @poetrychips
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