PRISM
By:Bertha
There under the broken ceiling of a
cold castle
Stood the clouds that hides the warm
beam of the sun
As droplets of water falls on my
forehead
And trickles down on my neck and
chills the boredom of my youth
I inhale the misty air of looming memories
of days old
Dancing with the wind on my shoulders
Finger entwined on the deep curls of
my hair
I grasp what seems to be an invincible
wall
Caressing it gently with my soft warm
hands
As it slowly crumbles and kiss the
ground
I have freed myself from the burdens
of fear
Gently with hopeful eyes I watched
the sun
peek through the open sky where clouds seems
to wave goodbye
Though the heavens did not cease to
shed it
tears there was beauty in the midst of the
tiny droplets of diamonds
that bathe me in
pure ecstasy
It created a world of rainbows where once
was
dull and full of apathy
Although the storm has not passed,
and the
tremors is imminent
I gaze on colourful sunshine that
kisses the
rain….
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