to houses
now owned by fire,
to places
that welcome me
no more,
to faceless people
I only see in my eyes.
no days and nights
I do not hope
it'll return to
what it used to before
and shackle you
to my dying bones
once more.
YOU ARE READING
Letters To Nimbus
詩歌[ a poetry collection about breaking and forgiving. ] He admired her so much that the light she emits blinded his eyes, and all he has vanished to oblivion. A mistake he failed to avoid. She saw him turned into something else; it was mournful. To pr...
