A Dawn of Burial
A Dawn of Burial A fresh dewy dawn Embraced the street again. Beside the scenic aura Of that breathtaking pavement Stood a beautiful house White, two storeyed, adorned With green herby lush of Garden flowers mounted With lively dew drops. Through the ground floor That gives a fragrant welcome, Up the stairs, went that Dreamy girl, into the dark Doomed room, fuming In shrinking memories of The past and the present. A heavy heaving heart in That rainbow coloured home; Brushed with wounds, scars And bruises spitting out A sour liquid that unites With the dead sea of Poisonous fear; Entrenching fear of life. Memories held within The sour liquid drops, Encapsulating Tinges of red stains That tell enormous stories Of dread and d...