Today I want to write about the imperial sadness
that spreads way above you and me;
Like the roots of a tree that threatens
the earth and embraces like an octopus.
Stoic is the sky
and there is one moon that is sad.
At this hour, darkness is silk
You can wear it and cry unnoticed.
We know not why even truths have versions.
There are different truths; stories to tell.
We choose convenience.
Or sometimes the other.
If you are afraid of heights, fly.
You may meet a cocoon who decided
to date back and became a caterpillar.
SoUmY@
Like the roots of a tree that threatens
the earth and embraces like an octopus.
Stoic is the sky
and there is one moon that is sad.
At this hour, darkness is silk
You can wear it and cry unnoticed.
We know not why even truths have versions.
There are different truths; stories to tell.
We choose convenience.
Or sometimes the other.
If you are afraid of heights, fly.
You may meet a cocoon who decided
to date back and became a caterpillar.
SoUmY@
Comments
This piece feeds my soul.
Thankyou.
You can wear it and cry unnoticed.
Gorgeous, the metaphor! Wordsmith it is! But far more than that!
With your permission, this is going to be my tweet for tonight :)
You can wear it and cry unnoticed.
what is this.. what is this.. MAJESTIC expression..!
And loved the last line
keep it rollin;)