The tides of misery encompass our mind.
Thereupon, our entity fetters with our epitome.
My spirit chase for your tactless heart.
Eventually, you're a mirage.
Paodon
YOU ARE READING
The Afterthoughts
Poetry"The Afterthoughts", is a room where I bottle up my cursory thoughts, hidden from the realm I am existing and presenting it to the world where I yearn to fit (bookish world).
