the velvet upon leafs
Poetry is dead?
It’s funeraled upon a pulpit’s laments
It does not breathe nor
have a pulp for writing lengths
Poetry is not reined in
its reignited freed
Sought after , goodbye so longs
the velvet upon leafs
Never mind in sentence
I wont babble on any punctuations ...
It’s funeraled upon a pulpit’s laments
It does not breathe nor
have a pulp for writing lengths
Poetry is not reined in
its reignited freed
Sought after , goodbye so longs
the velvet upon leafs
Never mind in sentence
I wont babble on any punctuations ...