There once a heavy night bore
On a very nonchalant village
The windows rattled,
The shade took to the skies.
Like a leaf that got breezed.
Never leave the blue endless
The sound of screams,
The bleating of hopelessness,
Muffled by the mere bellowing,
Of the natural distress.
The wood of the house cracked, like toothpicks,
All gone to wind, like an offering for him to choose and pick…
When the heavy night bore,
On a very nonchalant village
This is not a scene from,
A blockbuster or a depiction of art,
It’s the reminder for those who,
Take life for granted. forget their soul as to depart
Bellow, Bellow, bellow,
May the wind shall be cast from your,
Hearts, hopes, and dreams,
And a light morning bore down,
On your ever gleaming face.