• when_eyes_narrate 23w

    My mind is the darkest deep forest
    At top crowned with the sunshine
    Scattering various hues to observe
    The middle is embedded with hurdles
    Making my desires disappear in that
    Brown & black woods without flowers
    And the bottom is twilight forever
    This canopy provide shadow always
    The never leaving one, pitch black
    Not a color of shadow, that's the fate
    Screams are echoed here, but swallowed
    That’s the disease, that’s the untold
    Roots holding the rain of various monsoons
    Eagerly want to leave the old gripped leaves
    In the arena of spring, the needed moment