The sky, once velvet, cracks and groans,
A weeping wound of shattered stones.
No gentle rain, no cooling sighs,
But stony tears that pierce the skies.
The wind, a banshee's mournful wail,
Whips pebbles down with icy hail.
No shelter holds, no roof defends,
From this strange storm that never ends.
The earth, once soft, now cratered deep,
A silent graveyard where shadows sleep.
The weight of stones, a crushing fear,
As whispers echo, cold and clear.
"A world of glass, a fragile dream,
Shattered by gods, a broken scheme.
Where laughter danced, now silence reigns,
And raining stones wash clean the stains."
But in the heart, a flicker bright,
Of hope that fights the endless night.
For even stones, when they collide,
Can spark a fire, deep inside.
And when the storm at last subsides,
A barren land where life abides.
Will seeds of strength take root and grow,
In this new world, where hard things flow.
About the Creator
Moharif Yulianto
a freelance writer and thesis preparation in his country, youtube content creator, facebook
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