- Last seen on Sep 15 1:37 AM. Member since August 23.
- I am a 22 year old person
My Poetry
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The blessing called a sister
The brewing silence, -
A drop of color that falls by chance,
blooming in water, the vigor and grace. -
Soft, hollow whistles of the dark wind;
A trance filters through me. -
The mizzle feels so laden of gloom,
a faint scented odour makes an overture.
