• infinious_dereto 10w

    That Morning

    In this persistent wasteland,
    The evening sun has burnt out the earth into crumbling pieces.

    Within the silent darkness,
    My thoughts resemble sadness
    But hope becomes like light
    And illuminates it all.

    I believed in a perpetual moment
    Everything was quiet that morning
    When we met one another,
    We smiled again.

    But now we are separated once again,
    And I shed tears in loneliness.
    ©infinious_dereto