o beloved,
grief is but all things
you
YOU ARE READING
poetry oneshots
Poetry"when i cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me i am in darkness - i am nothing." - virginia woolf, the waves sparks of thought and glimmers of ideas, encapsulated in words. note: some blackout poems are published in here and will be i...
woe (blackout)
o beloved,
grief is but all things
you