Vyshnoo

Serendipity

​We ran from sparks to fire,

Our souls rubbed against the ground.

My feet heat up like a rush,

I wish I could flush the hush.

I fell hard against the garden of eternity,

And they cased me in that box of serenity,

I never felt that infinitely until flowers were laid beside generously.

I burned though ashes to be a phoenix,

The pain chained the wings down.

And then he turned into a devil and I was waiting for the angel to come around.