by
Filled with bitterness and sorrow,
Caught in a timeless sequence of row,
Two breaths, that wrench the heart;
Don't reminisce the gentle feather that blew away,
Three breaths, that wrench the heart;
Flowers fall from the rain as I become sorrowful;
I clouth my throat, just to chunk the air,
I was traveling without a trace,
Driftly, swiftly beyond ultimatum,
Hanging between limbo,
Four breaths, that wrench the heart;
Pours my gold in an endless pit;
Five breaths, that wrench the heart;
Purge my cloth of happiness in dye,
Six breaths, that wrench the heart;
Pluck my apple, as i drift to oblivion.
Breath
©2021 Somefun David. All Rights Reserved.
0 Comments
Kindly drop comment.