Written on- 24 April 2023
Published on- 24 April 2023
A shadow of the banished.
Tree of pain.
Old love famished.
Copper sprain.
Blood always leaves its trace.
The dead speaks nothing but truth.
The one who lost their grace,
shall regret their deeds after youth.
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I Bleed Blue
PoetryRaining ink, blue bloodshed In waters, I sink to my deathbed. Leaving behind pages on which i bled. Have you read? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A poetry collection
