Her eyes were dark, empty pits,
Drawing you towards them
Like revolving black holes.
Once you fell, there was no return.
~azmina
YOU ARE READING
Of Floating Buoys and Broken Bells
Poetry"Poetry flowed like little rivulets From the ocean that was her soul." ~azmina Our souls dance to the rhythm of poetry. A small collection of my poems that will, hopefully, provide the beats to your dance.
Black Holes
Her eyes were dark, empty pits,
Drawing you towards them
Like revolving black holes.
Once you fell, there was no return.
~azmina
