• wanderwords 10w

    My verses are treasures
    Weaved by broken promises,
    painted with metaphorical lies

    Framed in monochromatic hues
    Obscuring the darkness
    Shattering like the wild dandelions
    at the touch of affection

    My verses are treasures
    Clogging the pores of broken hearts
    Dressed in warm colors of sunset
    Playing hide and seek like moon

    Like seasons it to bring hope with them
    Falling under the shade of maple
    Flowing away like dry leaf
    Finding abode in some one's open balcony