Vivere Mori

Poem By Janine Alyssa Navarro

Tears from the sky fell on her dainty little head
Colors from all around swam excitedly across her blue veins;
Wishing for a sign, probably a divine intervention
There was none but the flutter of a butterfly
With its 12,000 eyes shifting in all directions
She felt the prick of thorns that every evening promised
Fragrant petals wore her porcelain skin and long silver hair
A chair rose from the murky grounds, a throne;
It welcomed our hesitance, it danced on her doubts
As the piano plays on, a devoted harp joins in along too
She eyes the cottony skies and witnesses the falling
Of forsaken angels, floating promises and glass
Yesterdays, tomorrows and right now were in perfect gray suits
As the lights from the forest exit their way
Into her blushing pulse they carved a little message:
Tonight you are not real, tonight you are so much more
Let your heart fly, tonight life dreams of you with its eyes open

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