She stormed my heart
to feed her will
as I sang the song....
of silence
and watched,
as age grew old....
when all the youth smiled -
at the sight....
of sunset.
to feed her will
as I sang the song....
of silence
and watched,
as age grew old....
when all the youth smiled -
at the sight....
of sunset.
Liked this a bunch!
ReplyDeleteAnd here I thought I was talking to myself all this while :D Thank you; I’m glad you enjoy it! It some ways it feels so unfinished; but that’s what I like. Thanks for stopping by :-)
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