Glowing under the light
It was a lonely night in the middle of August,
The clouds were pouring heavily, sinking my heart,
My eyes were thin, my hands shaky,
the world in front of me was fading slowly.
With the slow and light breathing I was ready to shatter under this cloudy sky, become one with the earth just like these tiny raindrops that shined like pearls glowing under the light; not from the beautiful moon but the scary thunder.
I was walking this endless path when I met my dead end,
dressed in white, tiny hands shivering, dark eyes, trembling lips, drenched in the rain, yet glowing under the light; not from the beautiful moon but the scary thunder.
