The hot desert air wips against my face as I sit on the seemingly deserted plaza.
The quiet was interrupted as a man in a distinguishable wight and red cloak jumps over my head, climbs a pillar, and disappears onto a roof.
Two dozen guards rush by screaming angry words, meanwhile i'm left in awe.
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Poems of a Color
RandomJust thought I would put some of my poems online, there not themed or in any particular order, there just random. Hope you like them and pleas tell me witch one is your favorite.
