burning_spring

-----By Aranna Hassan Delwar.

I myself do not know my news,

tell you how to tell?

If ever the error breaks

call-

I'm gone tomorrow not tomorrow

That can't come back...

Don't even want to know my address

Because I don't know that address.

I have no such fond memories

Instead, you burn in the fire you kindle

Ashes are all my future;

Standing now to get you back

Hope so no more.

In the embers of yesterday, echoes fade,

Lost in the flames of a bygone charade.

The address unknown, a silent plea,

A dance with shadows, a mystery.

No fond memories to hold, just ashes remain,

A burnt spring's lament, a soul's refrain.

Tomorrow's absence, a chilling truth,

Yet in the absence, find strength to soothe.

Through the smoke of uncertainty, I roam,

A nomad of time, searching for home.

In the script of fate, lines undefined,

A narrative shattered, secrets confined.

Tell the wind my tale, let it carry away,

The fragments of dreams in disarray.

For in the burn going spring, I find release,

A metamorphosis, a journey to peace.