Poem
People become faceless
Skies become cloudless
Nights become moonless
Dreams become meaningless
Words become useless
You and I become less
YOU ARE READING
Lost Souls
PoetryPoems from the depths of my heart The abyss of my mind The heights of my soul
Moan
Poem
People become faceless
Skies become cloudless
Nights become moonless
Dreams become meaningless
Words become useless
You and I become less