Never Be the Same

Vilpa P. Villabas

I’ve seen through a vast field of flowers 9

The ground from which it stands lingers 8

From my youthful years to September 9

When the wind brings forth peace to hear 8

The sound these flowers have created 9

A rhythm to one’s soul that lived 8

To glimpse years of laughter unexplained 9

By human indifferences 8

Yet the sole source of light that abounds 9

From these flowers just slowly fades 8

Losing its petals down the stoned path 9

Suddenly the winds blew its wrath 8

Destroying the once beautiful sight 9

Really tried the best out of it 8

Conquered my fears to reach out that peace 9

Which that soul perfectly deserves 8

But to no avail they humbly said 9

Let go now says the mind and stirred 8

The heart to accept realities 9

Know that you deserve happiness 8

For something which went wrong is useless 9

It’s a choice one has to make then 8

It will never be the same again 9