Pearlescent embers

leaves of olive I hold
In my hand the roots grow
Moon still shines though
The nights grew darker by time.

I still smile the farthest isle
Cries of agony I hide
Eclipses are a common thing
Still have the rope clentched tight .

Upon death we grow
Laugh in the dying night
And wakes up in the day
For the new morning light .

I wish I can stand on a kingdom
Of mirth and glee. Ceased
Were thorns of pasts
In the path of my walks .

My shadows fade in the dusk
No need to bid adieu
Remember my name, I’ll come
Back when your heart call me again.

©Aquib

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