Aston kamunde


It is



Liquid splendor

Darkness ebb and flow

When she woke up today

She saw threads of sunshine

Slithering through bare-branches

Swore the sun was winking at her

But she knew it carried no promise

At least not for her

She was forgotten

And broken

The sun never gave her warmth

Instead it carried

Icy sly pry and whispers

Blamed it for her inner scars

The hating eyes

Carried sharp blades

Cutting right through her soul


Rendered her dull and useless

Nighttime called her dreams.

They were more alive

More vivid…

It colored the dawn

Loved soaking in the ocean

It softened her skin

Her heart felt



She waited impatiently

Darkness to settle in

Noises to dwindle

To draw her in

And out

She never had to feel small,

Nighttime was gentle




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Deep Mysteries

This Moment

Aston kamunde


Gnarls of brushing tall grasses and corpses of oak trees,
Reduced her anger but not so much,
Because she had a faintest glow of enthusiasm,
That made her to yearn for respect to her born dignity

The heightened and generous perspective,
Of the mysteries of the cold cold world,
Made her notice the key moment of her life,
The melodies of flowers flowing smoothly like music from an old recording

The pall of sorrows now seemed to weigh less on her shoulders,
For the voice of the heart is wise like a sailor of a thousand journeys,
That gave her an inexplicable exhilarating feeling,
That was just a sensation of floaty clouds

The cold winds were filled with briefs of thirst,
That inspired a smile on her sweetened face,
Unable to stifle her curiosity any longer,
She had a moment of tempest and of peace,
Alert to the stories carried…

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