The time reflecting end of time,
The end of river that started from a mine,
Of hope and possibilities lying ahead.
December reminds me the end of something.
End of the things that wounded us,
End of the things I could not forget.
I remember every single thing that happened ,
This year was under a curse for future,
JE LEEST
Our Violet Walls
PoëzieBook #1 in the 'Coloured After Party' Poetry Series. 'Coloured After Party' is my second poetry series after my debut one known as 'If Only Happiness...' When everyone leaves, the night gets lonely with every passing minute. Keeping us in dilemma of...
