what happens after the parade
None through this flesh like her spirit made.
Both smile and trouble in her eye,
Shake her beauty with debate and sigh.
Hiding in hideous fantasy,
Hold the old world to an endless sea.
She sees her smile upon her brow,
Leaving a piteous willow now!
Cried suddenly by the star: a sign
Lay out my moon in the broad sunshine.
Fell those bitter blood into her eyes,
Perhaps a dream went over an eye.
She dropped a hand, with basket of air,
Old shadows past her rockets of hair.
She put a peaked arms over her mind,
Because of the life she cannot find.
To this one ray of her desire,
Holding the world to part entire.
Still glittering like a slender Light,
Quiet as the vague spirits of night.
About the Creator
Mashal Haroon
At 17 years old, I found a way of digging into my soul and drawing my demons in the most beautiful way possible. Poems became my escape and enlightening others of the same treasure, became my goal.
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