The Day You Died

A mercurial strand, 

Foredoom'd 

In the midst of flames, 

Where the sun sets, 

Day rests wounded, 

Dreaming, not to 

Born again. 

But to convulse.

It's good you're living, 

Exultant cries; 

To him that comes in 

With other memories. 

Days and night 

Arrives unaware. 

Sometimes murmur'd, 

Upon thy grave 

Yet! my thoughts 

Compelled by faith. 

Those mercurius cold, 

Greenish, yet split into many.

I will not be my nell!, 

That ain't fair,

Because no days 

Lasts forever...!! 

Within me, 

By deaths side, 

The whole days strads? 

The world was young, 

To be in day light 

And never coming dooms...

I can't fight 

Somebody's smile? 

I can hear, their hurls . 

Murmurs from the shadened eyes 

Unspoken homilies 

From every depths. 

A new day will come,

And a new era will feed!

Sheened as I was going by 

To the ground,

That many days...

Since the day in June,

You demised.

The wind blows rough, 

Through he dried layers of

Flesh and skin,

Rests on our 

Entangled bodies...