When the blood-red heart wails in heavy rain
The crisscross of her face glistens with an intriguing smile.
When all her hope is frigid, like a lonely peak
She ignites a candle of endurance in her mystic eyes.
I find her shining there, alone, up in a darkened sky
Yet, astounded to realize that she's actually burning.
The flaws of shady time have played a trick, and see
In some flakes of qualms, she has lost her sight.
What love I could offer to an angry angel!
Wish she twinkles with those fireflies in the cold twilights…
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I find her shining there, alone, up in a darkened sky Yet, astounded to realize that she's actually burning. Lovely words, a stunning poem, well done