Ruin
The air called life flowed with the current of serenity,
my butterfly heart floated in the rippling zephyr free.
Its wings designing the lattice of your identity,
flittered with your enticing charisma to charm me.
The horizon splashed hues of ethereal ecstasy
on my dreams I bloomed as I was set beguiled to fly.
Rapture took me to the reverie realm of fantasy,
I didn’t see clouds gather at the edge of the ruined sky.
Splintered on the threshold of the tarnished twilight,
in deep abyss of dismay I found my sky’s ruin lie,
covering the debris of my dreams in the blue night.
Wrecked, I felt tears dry up in my disillusioned eye.
The flushed vale of love turned into wasteland fast,
wilted passion flower didn’t see the new sunshine spray.
The surge of sorrow drowned the snippets of the past,
colors of crumpled butterfly wings in ruin faded away.
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April 4, 2023
Word chosen : Ruin
Contest : Writing Challenge - "R" Words
Sponsored by : Constance La France
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