Dust of dawn, red of sun
Hell bent on losses winning
On chances.
I am the discoursed wind flowimg
Like waters edge
Over lost eyes and questions
Remain,
Silence happens
And laced within the legend
Of never was.
Why didnt I?
Haunted happens too.
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 2:59 AM UTC
Dust of dawn, red of sun
Hell bent on losses winning
On chances.
I am the discoursed wind flowimg
Like waters edge
Over lost eyes and questions
Remain,
Silence happens
And laced within the legend
Of never was.
Why didnt I?
Haunted happens too.
