The Sky Blossoms golden yellow,
And the contour of my hand still seems distorted without yours.
YOU ARE READING
The Existence of I, Love And You.
PoetryHey there, I am an ameuteur poet. I hope you find my poetry enjoyable.
Distorted Contour
The Sky Blossoms golden yellow,
And the contour of my hand still seems distorted without yours.
