Friendship
The Last Storm
The wind howled through the empty streets, carrying with it the scent of rain that would never come. The sky, a dull shade of gray, loomed over the remains of a once-thriving city. Crumbling buildings stood like forgotten tombstones, their windows shattered, their walls cracked by time and neglect. The world had dried up, leaving nothing but dust and despair in its wake.
By Pranshu verma2 years ago in Poets
Shadow and Flame
e Shadow and Flame You are the match struck in my darkest hour, A blaze that melts the ice of ancient scars. In your glow, even my shadows dance, Twisting grief into a fleeting romance. Burn me to ash, let your embers consume— From ruin, I’ll rise, kissed by your plume. For what is love but light born from pain? A phoenix forged where we dared to remain.
By Vijay Verma2 years ago in Poets
