Cold is the pale flame
scorching within a pair of
precarious stare.
YOU ARE READING
Mia Bella Somniator
Poetry"I write because you exists" - Micheal Faudet Life is full of misfortunes. But Could it be That all my misfortunes Could actually be Immaculate Misconseptipns? And what of love? With its thorns turned red from my pricked fingers? How do we begi...
Desire
Cold is the pale flame
scorching within a pair of
precarious stare.
