Gliding through the air
Like petals from a rose.
Cursed with but one desire
As the the winds whistling grows.
Imbibed in the present
As the future no one knows.
With every brush of palms,
When it's done in blood consoles.
Regardless of surroundings,
Singing sweet sweet melodies,
To all before she retires
Congrats, a round of applause
To the queen of vampires.
Thanks for the read.
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Shredded Thoughts/Poems
Poetry-{Completed}- Some of my thoughts and poems. Flawed in all fairness, but deep, dark and emotionally driven..Feedbacks are welcome and appreciated.... Enjoy.... Thanks
