The babe of my own
Now the thoughts that haunt
Where innocence died in silence
Some sins have lost
Some sins have found
But place is the same
And same is the gone.
So I call upon a necromancer
To tell me of the graveyards
That sooner or later
Shall sundry these rains
Where the future lies in love
And love lies in vain.
—urmi
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Window Acoustic
Poetry'Window Acoustic' is a treble and bass of my thoughts. In this collection, one may find poetry born out of light and dark seeking to avoid reality or facing its vice.
