it's okay that
you let that
white rose
die.
•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•
there's a promise.
there's a light.
but the only thing
kept, was the
shadowed light
that showed them
the way back
home.
there might have
been a promise
kept;
if they
used the light
to set the
world on fire.
-sara-
YOU ARE READING
The Moon, The Stars, You.
PoetryThis is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coi...
