On blue savannah plains
Below a crimson sky
Sings an azure willow
She's simply asking 'why?'
Among the yellow buds
Lay broken hearts so red
Each so very wounded
They surely must be dead
Blue grass bends in sorrow
Green parrots sing sad songs
Elven folk stand crying
For a world so full of wrong
Sunbeams kiss the dying
The moon sends healing dust
Angels sew the deep wounds
Of those who gave in trust
Faery folk bring new wings
And very special gifts
Eyes that see a thousand worlds
And words men's souls to lift
Healed, these hearts are rising
Composing ballads for the stars
Newborn poets flying
With such beauty in their scars...
How are you?
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Happy New Year!
Such as mystical and fantastical world you have created, I understand for as I am fighting through depression its feels as if that whole amazing process you describe so beautifully in these poem comes to life!
Hopefully my heart will heal and rise, composing ballads for the stars! ^^
It taught me never to judge, yourself or anyone, because you can never know their true colors!
I hope your Christmas has been wonderful!
Thank you and I hope you had a wonderful Christmas too!