Sep 2020
Your herald intrigued me to burn
Charred like a charcoal
A loathsome smile vividly said
You never loved me
Morose, whilst waiting
Hope! on the horizon
The thunder pierce the heart
Putting me to rest forever.
Charred like a charcoal
A loathsome smile vividly said
You never loved me
Morose, whilst waiting
Hope! on the horizon
The thunder pierce the heart
Putting me to rest forever.
I am sorry that by mistake I published just one paragraph of AFFAIR. However, i have uploaded the complete poetry. Love and peace
