Monochrome night,
Spreading its wings.
Etched to a scenic solititude;
In it's dead silence,
Heart sinks.
Thoughts within me,
like tides,
They Roll,
They crash,
and,
rise again.
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 9:54 AM UTC
Monochrome night,
Spreading its wings.
Etched to a scenic solititude;
In it's dead silence,
Heart sinks.
Thoughts within me,
like tides,
They Roll,
They crash,
and,
rise again.
Inspired from a poetic dark
