A child of light captured in dark
eyes that loved colours and flowers
roaming among aching, dead souls
paying for her fragile innocence.
She roamed around those dark
alleys thronged with undead souls,
languishing in that endless dark
just like her, snatched away from light.
Her captor thought he had her
because she was losing her light
then one day a thread of light
came down from above to touch.
No one was around then, all her guards
were far away, the light turned into
a ladder, the child climbed the ladder
back to the land of light and colours again.
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
4 comments:
So evocative.
Very well.
Ellie
dear omi,
thanks for liking, its straight from heart, one should never give in to dark days.
best wishes,
trisha
dear ellie,
thanks for liking it.
best wishes,
trisha
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