Sweet zephyrs
Raspberry pie
Rain coming down in stair rods
Gently
Yet viciously
Cold hands touching me
Unwelcoming eyes drilling holes in my skin
Wintry skies
Covered by heavy clouds
This is the
beginning of the
apocalypse
and the end of my golden days
YOU ARE READING
la salle de danse
PoetryDANCE WITH THE GODS, MY LITTLE ANGEL IT'S TIME FOR REBIRTH!
