☾︎ the winds howl

when the jungle cries,

the sound of love's sorrow

plays all night,

piano keys fall and

piano keys rise,

piano keys hurls the

pianist with a fight,

say, when the water

rushes to your side;

are you drowning in the depths desperately waiting for

blue and white lies?

or are you being embraced by

the sound of a silent lullaby,

a cautious war-cry,

a mid-april sky?

☾︎ sunflowers open at

the shade of your eyes,

honey and gold burning

on candles under sunlight,

you've been told your

dreams will grow cold,

frozen like the becoming

of a strange song;

that the clock will break,

time will be torn,

all that was yours

will be thrown behind,

the thread of fate is

but a crestfallen sight,

but sunflowers only

open at the dawn's awhile.

☾︎ i wonder, is it easier to

leave than to make things right,

there is this feeling in my chest

that i'm afraid i can't hide,

a pain so pretentious

reaching to great heights,

in some sweet moments,

it threatens to become a fallen kite,

a glorious suffering ending as the jungle cries.

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first verse inspired by "your lie in april"; second verse inspired by "your name"; third verse inspired by "a silent voice"- i hope you enjoyed and thank you for reading.