Rule Of Nature

Glimpse the colors of solitude Flag of ruin whispers there Tremor that expect for a stampede Sound that resound in solitude Fumes are lively and delimited Flow that explodes in a system From the depths of a broken heart Destruction not benevolent at all Burn that swallow peacefulness Ash never speak its pain inside Ruined part of fertile land Perished in the anger that lord Never impede it with lazy skill Let it calm for a renaissance Open eyes to a fertile land Rejuvenated with new norms Anger burns but revamp something Smashed stillness that prolific inside To renew the love in another form A breeze that is abundant someway! ! ! ! ©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved