neither cold nor hot,
Yet kept on radiating;
In Search of companion, temporary or not,
Yet still seeking;
But there was none.
YOU ARE READING
Agony of a Dying Sun
Poetrycompilation of proses and poetries that I contemplate during midnight
Vast Oblivion
neither cold nor hot,
Yet kept on radiating;
In Search of companion, temporary or not,
Yet still seeking;
But there was none.
