The grey breath lingers around,
trembling the full and half-naked bodies,
along the bridge, it goes,
filling the sky with a soft mist that kisses our cheek.
The sky a pretty pink,
the trees do a saute,
it's the end of dawn and the beginning of something new,
we're falling in a city that never sleeps.
YOU ARE READING
Forsaking My End
PoetryWords that are splashed with colors, sadness, tranquility, unreality, and expectations. Don't you sometimes feel lonely? As if no one understands you. As if you're drowning but there's no one to save you? If yes, then grab this collection of poems...
