You mesmerise my soul
moon that oceans worship
ice on crazed barks
blizzards striking weary mounts
I am the most fortunate
days are much brighter
brighter than the sun
but never madden me like you do
You
enchant me without verses
magic or poetry.
Us
is bound to happen.
Come closer, I'll hold you
-Love,
Baby
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The Mist
PoetryA stroll down misty streets in the hilly terrains of poetry. Foggy nights on the radio. Every chapter is a standalone.
