“Reborn”
A moon’s tears must fall into the grave.
My tree is growing from light.
Waking up from the darkness burns a hold made in stone.
Grass turns roots out from soiled aid.
Soon, colors will open up to vanquish the disappearance.
Heavens crowd in.
Reaching those stars by a fallen stone within moments changes.
The sign halts where it begins to never end.
Full eclipses transition themselves among degrees of sad repair.
Leaves depart from these faltering branches of lineage.
Blow does the wind towards forsaken cracks of dawn, where virtue fits.
https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Reborn-801504419
No comments:
Post a Comment