Last night
The sun painted
The western sky orange red,
While fingers plucked harp strings
Inside.
Soothing sounds enveloped my ears,
Drowning out the darkness
Of reality
Outside.
A home
Just blocks away,
While my ears heard sweet words,
Others were being torn apart
Inside,
As the blackness of a cold heart,
Unleased its bitterness,
Drowning a soul
In tears.
Double Butterfly Cinquain
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 