"I believe it was a she.
Her beauty,
like nothing ever seen.
She couldn't be touched.
She couldn't be dowsed.
She was cold,
but bright enough
to bring light to the darkness.
Turning soot to diamonds,
Scraps to gold."
~E.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Fragments of the picture ✔️
Thơ Ca"𝙄 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙤𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙜𝙚" -3rd place winner of the splash poetry awards 2020-
