Flee

Who will be near, who will fade away
Covered by remembrance of their stay.
Who will disappear, who will still remain,
You never know until you see the blood stain.

Whose story is outlined by a unique architecture of her fate,
Can reconcile with own inner core before it is too late.
She walks in resonance with own fabric of her rustling skirts,
Whoever doesn’t hear in the sound of her murmur quietly whispered alerts.

The hand in an embracing dance catalyzes her gentle light-weight touch,
Redundant to the soul, a physical reminder, unnecessarily too much.
Who follows these footsteps under the lit of the moonlight,
Who leaves behind broken promises fleeing from the on-going fight…

Who would endure but sometimes would be broken
By destructive traces of promises unspoken.
Who would be erased, wiped out from existence
You never know, how they’ve failed the resistance.

Her story is defined by her unseen design,
You can leave, forget her, she will be fine.
You didn’t even know what her name implied,
Now, please disappear from her realm, from her inside.

The hand in an embracing dance catalyzes her gentle light-weight touch,
Redundant to the soul, a physical reminder, unnecessarily too much.
Who follows these footsteps under the lit of the moonlight,
Who leaves behind broken promises fleeing from the on-going fight…