The blossoms of the spring lake kept me alive.
With ethereal beauty pulsating through my veins into a dark slumber that most people dreaded.
I was ready to be a demon with the most venomous glare and a cold heart.
-K⚓️rusha
YOU ARE READING
That's it
PoetryIs that it or is there more to your story. Because I still can't hear you.
