Singing of castles in the sky
Shedding off my soul,
Dreaming of paradise
Embellishing sorrows.
A book of tattered remains-
Bleeding on my own,
Spilling pages
Painting secrets,
From these
Withered bones.
YOU ARE READING
Autumn Shades
PoetryAutumn Among the transitional winds Of decline and melancholy, She silently bleeds In exhilarating beauty.
