the fog gets thicker every minute.
the figure of her still lurks
beyond my reach
YOU ARE READING
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓'𝖑𝖑 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖙𝖔𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖜
PoetryA lost boy who lost his way in the endless forests waiting for the sun to rise
I can't see
the fog gets thicker every minute.
the figure of her still lurks
beyond my reach
