Jan 2016
She felt as if the air had died. As if the world had stopped.
As if the blood in her veins ceased flow.
And the burning began and she felt a rush. Her blood was once again moving, the world had started revolving again and the air came back to life.
As if the blood in her veins ceased flow.
And the burning began and she felt a rush. Her blood was once again moving, the world had started revolving again and the air came back to life.
I write all my poems, And if you would like to use what I have written, I ask you to ask my permission or at least let me know that you want to use my words.
That is the least you could do.
thank you.
That is the least you could do.
thank you.
