Shatter Me


The night – winds sigh

Stars softly tremble

Ah – where is the spell

That once hung the moon

A silver ribbon at a time

Arise in thy beauty

And bloom forever

In the midnight sky

To breath in thought

One sweet sad whisper of grief

Where my path lies – be it

Gloomy or bright – with

Smiles that might as well be tears

Bright dreams of the past

It’s enchantment fragile as glass

Like the rose within the vase

My sorrows my griefs

Shatter Me

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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