I am challenged to write the epilogue of an imaginary book
Napowrimo Day-15
April 15, 2020
Dear Readers,
Here’s a poetic finish
to our heroine who fought all odds.
She closed her eyes in peace…
gnawed and fragmented all these years like a piece
withered by whiffs of war weather
that did her heart asunder
from the pungence of vengeance…
At last a roof
to smell the silence of her own solitude
from the resilience of her fortitude
b..l..a..s..t did not last
sh..sh..sh..sh the night whispered.
That autumn night did not bleed
any more from the slithering pall of gloom
instead like spring began to colorfully bloom.
She closed her eyes in peace…
the night was a dawn of dreams
revealing slivers of shiny beams.
Copyrights @Brindha Vinodh
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