Yashika Dintakurthi

I dream about the pearls

With their glass-like feathers;

They fly in the sky

As they sing my lullaby;

So loud, but quiet

Like a sarcastic poet.

I’ve searched high & low blue;

But I cannot find you.


I’m running from the pain

All over again;

But this time it’s different,

That of which I’m certain;

I’ve buried the bullets in a grave,

But now I’m just a crying wave.


I open my eyes to a blue meadow,

I say goodbye to my shadow;

Pearls like stars in the sky,

I am a euphoric butterfly.

I grab a pearl, ever so tender

Hold it like it’s my golden treasure;

I always knew you were true;

Finally, I found you.


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