Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2021
I tried to walk on path that halt my eyes
The breeze isn't fair ,
flows like bold blood
Thus I can run into daze of fragility

Can you find my hand to help me
When I lost my sight
Through your shred
I tend to cease my sense.
Written by
Chandana saige  20/F
(20/F)   
  255
   MS Anjaan
Please log in to view and add comments on poems