The Joyful Moonlight
A sorrowful ,woeful
atmosphere is bleeding
like a lethal wound,
the depressed mournful
stork cries out,screams
and roars unremittingly.
Unwavering agony,
melancholy annihilates
it,
those are a source of
inspiration ,joy and
demolish the barren
rocky shore.
I love them unflaggingly
every day and every night,
i cover them with kisses.
The green sun is burning
with a scarlet ire
and the wild red rose
whispers unquestionably.
The iron light penned
its destiny in heavy
rough seas.
The wonders are not
bloody enough to gaze
at the glory sunset
and to sacrifice our
nostalgic memories.
Although the fierce
light breaks these golden
chains, it is a deafening
silence.
The gray dawn
stares at the tearful
sunbeam.
The dripping light is always
a flaming bliss of eternity,the
heterogeneous darkness
is entombed in a wild sea.
Copyright © Mulu Magdalinos | Year Posted 2023
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