To scape from reality,
You cast your spell to run away.
Riding a train in 9 and 3/4 railway,
So at the end of the tunnel our dreams become reality.
The spell from your tears,
The wand that holds a breaker
When ending comes the clock turns back
Like a forbidden spells in a magic hour glass.
As the night grows dark
Our eyes meet and it all start.
In the start line where everything is on gloom,
We go back in the night of doom.
VOUS LISEZ
Kulot's Poetry
PoésieIt is a self written poem inspired by my playlists😅. Hope you will like it🧡
