Ocean waves reflects
a dimmed glimpse of yours,
Resembling afflicted hearts
drowning in blues.
Our wings are casting shadows
over the twilight kiss,
And it settled down
whilst the crepuscule fade its hue.
The sky turned ash grey
and the clouds shroud the world,
Lending my pale hands
for the southern cloudburst.
Swirling breaths blew
upon the sudden cold
As my words starts to flow
over the brim of a gloomy curse.
YOU ARE READING
| march and phantom.
PoetryHe is the corpse of my existential avenue, creeping towards a clandestine affair.
