A pretty girl gave a lovely flower.
I’m taking it home to let it grow,
A secret place where I go with
My withered soul to let it know,
Beauty speaks nothing to the wrinkles of age.
Moon against the stars I stay here.
For grace will know my name.
One day to let it show,
A lonely road home I keep walking
In search of serenity to let it go.
Memories born stays close to life.
And as light as a feather, I see the world.
With a destination unknown
Leaving my words for another after-life
Awaiting the miracle these eyes long to see.
Oh! Where blossoms will fill-in ‘gain to let it blow
These pretty petals I soothed to a softer touch.
They look for my embrace for a little while.
An end is a fact known to visit unknowingly
So, shall we not judge the time we conquer
And let it flow?
This pretty flower is dying,
Rainbows in the darkness,
Its time I shall wave goodbyes
My last breath of life.
By Zion Anisius
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