The Quest
The quest
I played sweet songs of love
Yet the strings threw flames borrowed from hell itself
I cried tears of blood and screamed like a banshee
Wandered the Moors, the woods
The desolate wilderness
Watched the seasons unfold
The dry dead earth gushing forth with life
The life ebbing out letting winters reign supreme
Saw the beauty of a butterfly emerging from pupa
Behled petals of a flower carried away by winds
The miracles of life and death
Birth and re birth....the eternal circle
Yet my heart ached and throbbed like a swollen blister
For what is beauty without the sight of beloved
What is love without someone to share it with....
Copyright © Tabassum Khan | Year Posted 2020
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