Charl van der Sandt


A Poem To A Princess

Nowhere to turn; An umbrella of pain
Collecting my heartache like droplets of rain
Smoky clouds stretch and deform in the sky
Sketching the photos of you and of I

Memories bristle and melt into black
Green eyes die and your irises crack
Clouds crumble to ash and slowly sink down
The dreary sky that's beginning to drown

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