HER GIFT OF WREATH

Rebirth of sunshine
Darkness too declined
Sorrows rooted inside , decayed
The child inside her once more,
blossomed and played

But,
something inside,
kept the darkness still clinched.
Still it secretly cried,
Don't know what,
continuously pinched.

Illusions break to welcome another.
Wound deepens from been healed rather.

She asked her self....
"What M I doing??"
Silence inside answered..
"It's a process of Ruin."

She want this street to soon pass
Though happiness it brought,
not for her ALAS!!!

Entering this street was her mistake
Did she jumped in a bedles lake??

If street ends with her last breath.
Then her heart's ready .....
to accept the gift of wreath.

Just hopes She with tearful eyes,
may comes a silent death.

With no one knows the sound of death.
She's ready to accept the gift of wreath.