Blades weren’t armaments.
Rather, a promenade to freedom
Freedom once deprived.
Blood flew like a river.
nourishing the chrysanthemums
The only thing that survived.
Death wasn’t a curse.
But fortune as such
A route to get revived.
Subsist in this world of anguish.
A dead queen to his king
The only mandate you must abide.
~Krishna~
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PoetryI can't see past you, But i'm too scared to make a move! A short book of poetries that you can relate to ig? By- Krishtastic (Krishna) (#1 on newera) (#1 on spilled thoughts)
