March 19, 2016
PIECES OF ME
Tears of the skies descend upon the cheek of the earth,
little by little every grass screams in hurt.
Pain strikes from the angry clouds,
hitting the innocent ground—
slowly dying; peace can no longer be found.
A little damaged seed of nothingness
suffering from the past's ugliness.
Suddenly angels came down and nurture it,
now it blooms—the sky is its limit.
Pieces of me, gaps in time, I still remember
by the cracks and holes of my adventure.
A question blossoms from the night sky—
what does beauty bring in your lifetime?
