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In the darkest cloud you are light

In the lightest day you are shadow

You’ve come to me and returned with my soul in hand

Forgive me if I’m scared.

You are the storm in the quietest day

And a peaceful whisper in the loudest night

Your words are silence, your movements are still

Your eyes are void, your hands are kindred honey.

A sweetness of a rose, a prick of a thorn

All of this follows you and your essence is filled with it

Upon a heart’s desire, burning flesh

Livid with zest, crumbling scorn.

Your mark has made me

A queen is crowned

Wings spread high

You are a queen of the wasteland.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A nice poem. Enjoyable read.

[Kenneth Smoot]

Thank you!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)