A poem #2

The shooting star passed by

my window last night,

Sprinkling stardust on my lashes

I don’t know who I am!

The architect built me

but he might forget to put

my particles in symphony

Oh, so all my dreams were

full of glitches only.

Β© Prophyria


When I flourishedπŸ¦‹

You picked my shattered pieces

in your blessed hands

Turned me alive from the ashes

of dead dreams

I was a forsaken being

I don’t know how to pay your gratitude

So I dedicate all my words here

to you..

Heart of my body

Life of my living

Sun of my days

Stars of my nights

Millions of thanks to step in my life

Being an all time friend, lover & husband.


Β© Prophyria


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