Ever beneath stars, under the sheer sky..
Off from the hazy world, in oasis I lie..
Reckoning moon's scars, figuring its glint..
All stolen, thus it's lone like a broken flint..
Unveils the veracity of our life tales..
That you'll be gleamed but in pseudo gales..
#This_world_is_mythical
YOU ARE READING
A Vagabond Pen
PoetryThe mind has it's universe.. allow yourself to roam there... ( This collection has Motivation. shhh)
