The proud man came to preach
endlessly he speaks
of life he’d rather
choose to
second

December months bring rains and st
They are called monsoons.
A child trotted along behind her
They trudged muddy thoroughfare,
Searching a place of communication

The “Weeping Willow” tree—
in Spring, I’d like to see!
Its name may sound so sad,
Somehow, it makes me glad!
Swaying gracefully on its frame

I want to lunge
at it with full force–
to rip it apart
until there’s nothing left of it–
To never lay eyes on it again

Sitting on the rock,
Continued his pleading croaks.
Princess, where are you?

Her back could only bend so much..
'neath him she braved the peril.
Attached to the barrel
Her grasp to such.
Strength wavered,

He struggled for years...
Hiding someone’s smears.
Held on to painful tears
Never learned to deal with fears.
Carrying on with scathe,

In her statuesque beauty,
A figure, so grotesque I can see.
She was meticulously carved with c
But a darkened soul inside shrieki
Layers of contrite, mournful devou

By: Imrogue
Up amidst the blackened sky...
glowing with spectacular sight–
Lanterns of different colors:
red, white, green, yellow, blue,

I remembered the rise and fall of
that gloomy afternoon...
I took a closer look at you
in the hospital bed where you lay.
Your beautiful face was swollen