i seek for
a miracle
that my dying sonnet
breathe rhymes in it
and
it poured like
droplets of rain
in the month of July
༊*·˚myeowning
YOU ARE READING
THE ENCHANTING REALM OF FAIRIES
Poesiato build a castle in the skies, to burn their garden of lies.
five
i seek for
a miracle
that my dying sonnet
breathe rhymes in it
and
it poured like
droplets of rain
in the month of July
༊*·˚myeowning
