THE EPOCH
The cravings of the night, Made the early riser in her cry Her relationship with time, Was broken beyond fixing. She craved to go back To her fulgent Mornings And to fall in love With time, again She preferred the melody, Not the melancholy She desired to dance with the rays, Rather than sing with the moon. She preferred the early breeze With the birds chirp, Than the silent nights With the frogs Croak But she was tired of struggling She couldn't win time, Period. So She decided to play The game of acceptance She chose to get along With the sullen nights And to conquer her fear It wasn't worse as she feared Slowly She Fell in love With the darkness, That knew her agony Better than anyone did Then came a day She got her scars healed, She got her fall in place, She got her bounce back. But time decided to play again It's own favorite game It wanted to take her back To her majestic mornings...