Days are added to history,
Tears etched in memory.
The pillars strong and bold,
Yet time has made it old.
Scribbles emit a story,
Of failure and epic glory.
Life ends and begins anew,
More shadows as the trees grew.
Promises are heard,
Of ways to flee the herd.
The boundaries reachable,
To break is impossible.
The arms move separately,
Showing fortune and folly.
A mystery ready to unfold,
Simple stones may become gold.
....................................................~Afiq
2 Inspiring Remark(s):
beautiful, the last two lines simply concludes everything perfectly. totally can relate to this :)
Atiqah,
Thank you very much for the kind words. Glad you feel that way. Hope I'll be able to come up with more like this.
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