As the wind caressed
her sunkissed strands-
One could witness-
the newfound glow
In her eyes that held-
the promise of 'morrow
Nobody to hold her back,
Nobody to hold her still.
She was ready to run,
Ready to burn.
Run wild baby, run
My dear Armanetra, answer to none.
( The word 'Armanetra' is copyrighted to me and any copyright infringements are punishable by law)
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Prophecy [poetry]
Poetry❝ I'm a sinner whose only sin was to have loved too hard ❞ A prophecy of every soul that'd ever been caught in the whims of love and lust. One-liners and poetry.