Sunsets and saffron dust
Your skin tempted of blood
I'll wander around you forever till your skin is painted by the sun
Sunsets are your enthusiast,
And your artist
whom you've got addicted to your ambience.
YOU ARE READING
Abditory; my friend
PoetryA friend you fall in love with. The friendship The affection, and your heart miserable in their absence. This is about my first love, my greatest friend.
