Down the alley in the lantern - lit lane,
I saw a harpy with grey old hair,
She gave me a casket obscuring a secret,
Disappeared at an eye blink with a silent twitch.
I ran home up the street ,opened to gaze it
Without an inkling the sky cursed through thunders,
The wind through its breeze,
The mighty ocean through its heavy gush deemed the mirror in the casket- An Omen.
A little drop of iota through my gloomy eyes rolled down the rosy cheeks onto the mirror I seee,
The enchanting mirror revealed,
The agony and torment of the tempest within a little ' s chirpy smile.
Back into the old ruins of Gary and leap
Deep through my heart and right from the soul came a twinkley spark-
"Hope", what it raised behind,
I closed the casket and walked to the ocean,
And whispered a fond adieu to it.
Through the covers I looked into the mirror,
Asked myself did I just overcome the nightmare I've been Chasing through...with a placid smile, sparkle in my eyes ,
A mile of life ahead to start a new and live "Alife"
By:
SreyaKolachalama
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