alive and permitted
the forests i see
shines at its full colors
nothing outshines
or overpowers
each are alike
in terms of prowess and exquisiteness—
i woke up
everything's went black
haze and daze appear in trouble
i look around
and see nothing but blackhole.
YOU ARE READING
ninth avenue - poetry
Poetry__ heavenly bodies only know where you are now. maybe i was not holding on too tight as you slipped away. wasn't i still yours? __
