Archaic,it be,
Thou doth not know,
Merky waters unfathomed,
Thy buds tasteth not,
But to others hallowed,
Speckles of our fate,
Afar and fadeth,
Vision cloudeth,
Thou wilt shall be!
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*
