Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Hell on earth, of dreams, the rushing of all Ostensible the making of confessions, a trio. Levants that pilgrims must travel, to improv Even the word, which is left, but raw to me.
0
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 2:30 AM UTC
For the longing
Hell on earth, of dreams, the rushing of all Ostensible the making of confessions, a trio. Levants that pilgrims must travel, to improv Even the word, which is left, but raw to me.
OdysseusofGreece
Written by
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 2:30 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem