The broken silence now weeps in dark
Skinned smooth skies and lifeless stars
A love that burnt with forsaken marks
On thy grounds of Pompeii, the city of cast
Thy souls still roam, mourn for thy moment
One last kiss and the words which stolen
A proper goodbye and whispers of fallen
Screams of heart, though the vibes now dormant
Forgotten names of abandoned grounds
Dust roofed towns and flames on bounds
The city buried down, with smiles then found
This the cry of a ground, which lost its sound
The countless dreams and the mounds of deeds
Hopes for needs, with the days of beings
Burnt to the ground, even unborn seeds
A day in Pompeii, but the city still bleeds
By Dilan Samathilake
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