The hem of the garment,
Once holy it was said,
Suspended at the end,
Then,
Hannah,
Her soul,
Mother,
Robin hood,
And her scarred element,
Felt redemption,
The assumption made,
Led her sins to fade,
Go away,
The realm's in my hand .
YOU ARE READING
THE BOY ON THE BRIDGE.
PoetryThe weakest ink harbors the strongest minds. A collection of thoughts that will blow your mind. Some emotions laced herein are quirky, any similarity to real characters is just a mere coincidence*
