She sat in the darkness all alone
Hugged her knees
And cried, and screamed.
But atlast she would
thank the God
That there was no one to see.
YOU ARE READING
Eunoia
PoetryA soul of a writer, a poet, an artist never dies they are immortal cause they carry a magic of ink splattered on paper. ♡♡♡ Somewhere deep there lies the raging ocean of emotions beneath us, So maybe tracing do...
