Rod, sweat and pleasure
Disguised to be a knight of heart
Road and backyard
Once was a tiled pathway
A weak seeker in search of bloom that never existed
Short term happiness which grew uncontrollable and helplessly
Dreamers move
So long try
Harder again sometime
YOU ARE READING
Cold
PoetryPeace and sparks A bloom that never happened Distress and pain My hate for many words Few words, an expression of my being Everyday, everytime , each passing second my heartbeat intensifies by every deep water song my ear listens to
