All Is Well

Kindled fire within
The hill called hay
And what is inside
Raging storm to stay
No way to say
Come what may

Made well by thorns
Red fell bygones
Let them be bygones

Kindled ye chagrin
I paved my own way
Hide it inside
My own storm to stay
Never daresay
Day by day
Come colour gray

Took it by the horns
Took it through my shell
Pray do not tell
In the end
All is well




In remembrance of e-nur.com

Posted by Posted by Ariff Abdullah , on at 23:11 • Labels: bliss, L, poet