🍁 Dreams Under Burning Skies 🍁
Stanza 1
I dream so often of a soul split clean—
its tears like rain on stone that never yields,
a long road unfurling, sharp with unseen
pains that root deep where hope once grew in fields.
The sun spills gold, reaching to speak its sheen
of love, but leaves turn cold, their edges sealed—
they care not for the warmth that bends between
the earth and sky, where longing never heals.
Stanza 2
Wind races through the valleys, fast and raw,
stripping green life to bone and shadowed grey.
A silhouette stands still, as if to draw
the last light down—then burns beneath the way
of empty skies that offer no soft law.
Each shape it held dissolves like dust at play,
worn thin by how the day can rise and gnaw
at what was whole, till nothing stays to sway.
Stanza 3
Remember how storms lift all things to air—
spin stones and seeds and whispers through the dark,
carrying them beyond all paths we share,
to places where no name can leave a mark.
They drift like smoke, light as a forgotten prayer,
lost to the vastness where the world grows stark—
and what was broken, what was bright and bare,
is swallowed whole by spaces cold and dark...🌚✨02152026 ©LanZhan 安娜·梅·德拉·奇纳
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