An echo from a rose petal.
No sound comes out of that one metal.
Rhymes talk so clear.
Plucked very near
Where has this not steered?
I've only leered.
An echo from a rose petal.
Plucked very near
Twisted thorns billed.
No sound comes out of that one metal.
Pick it up - floor it.
Oh oh!
This loves...
Life won't disappear
Into it.
I'll read.
I'll wait.
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Blue
PoesieA midnight blue that becomes a blue midnight... ━ Highest rank: #1 - darkpoetry, #1 - darkpoems Cover Design: Mist Bishop ┃ W MistElix-ir15
