The winds,
The troubled winds billow,
Once again.
Now another aroma of a stranger's breath
Fills the void.
I know-
Temporal peace it is;
ever restrictive.
Have to swallow the desire with the rest.
The graveyard is getting smaller with each winter and spring,
The mound of the delectable fallacies are tolling,
High
Too high.
10 after-thought(s):
Beautiful picture. Did you take it?
nope. I did give the photo courtesy down below.
Hope you are doing good L.
beautiful words & photo <3
Thank you wheel's on fire.
Lovely...
Thank you!!
Thank you!!
Thats really nice work at poetry..
Yeah and i like the pic too..
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Thank you Saara...
I loved your paintings as well :)
i understand how little i understand Sagorika
aww beautiful
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