Flames from fireplace whisper stories,
things which keep in memories,
giving heat in this cold room,
smelling the ash scent.
Flames are glowing in dark,
there I couldn't find the silence,
taking away nightmares,
tears which fell in secrets.
YOU ARE READING
Words in Blue
Poetry✦I am on the other side of the Earth, clutch in arms the pillow case, waiting for the heart to calm down, because I'm not capable to admit that I can't bother you with my questions, to show you I am not a little girl, that I can ask you about your f...
