God will wreck your plans if your plans wreck you
An end has a start
The most benevolent outrage ever silenced were the gallant echoes of the mind.
In the dreariest of tremors, the tiniest fragment of hope prevails,
In the darkest of tales, the beauty of light entails.
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The faint valour of endearment still forged in its last breaths
Yet the truth of their hidden animosity marked its death.
In the beauty of love, the innocence of yonder was spent,
The nostalgic tales of fairylands and dollhouses were the map of the heart,
Our spirits filled with the light in the world, of it being sweet, simple and so eloquent
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But as she walked across the merciless sands of dee,
The radiance of the world proved to be a forged lie, only surmounted in the darkness no one else could see.
Distant dreams of enamour and the allure of warmth and sunshine she wished to be,
But god will wreck your plans if your plans wreck you, the truth was gifted to her in a box of forgery.
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Alas the naivety that encapsulated her escaped from the crevices of the shattered belief,
She finally saw the existential realm of what it is rather than what it should be,
Embracing that one only seeks love when it in abundance receives.
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The science of pragmatism proved its essential stance,
Conceited complaints (shikayate) of her being unfathomable started to dance.
The most benevolent outrage of how the world should have been silenced in the echoes of her mind,
The girl who saw the best in people now glanced at them with the truth behind.
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The peroration of her innocence marked the onset of an unstoppable being
Every end has a start, she rose from her ashes like a phoenix,
The prowess of strength no one has ever seen
-Hridya Sharma
Comments (1)
Whoaaaa, this was so powerful! Loved your poem!