Its dark
Dark in the brightest of days
The clouds cover the sky
And ashes fall
Ashes that look so soft-
Almost like snow
So pretty
Until you breathe it in
So sweet
So sweet
Is this what death may be?
Pretty in the darkest of things
In the darkness of the brightest of days
May the sun ever shine again?
May the beauty disappear?
Not until I’ve touched it, it won’t
I’ve lost too much
Too much in my days
The dark days of the brightest
So sweet
So sweet
May the sky be blue again?
May death be sweet again?
May the darkness take me away
To the brightest of days….
Poetry
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