The Ghost Town

The Shadows in the dusky mirror
Had charms haunted by demons

The burning trees by the lake
Witnessed angry birds with laments

Motionless flowers in my garden
Had colors torn up in fragments

Cruel clouds approaching close with
Thunder storms in fiery intentions

Even the wind had so much to say
smoking leaves and ugly patterns

The ghost town just kept stand still
While my soul kept collecting remnants

Of the feelings that I once carried
Broken pieces of unsettled emotions

 

Written by Rana M
© 2005-2018 Rana M  All Rights Reserved

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