9 views
Blooming Bones
I am nothing,
but a heap of bones,
where flowers,
could bloom,
within moon,
to light or rather,
swallow up the sky,
but every night,
I wait for the cry,
of a running star-
© All Rights Reserved
but a heap of bones,
where flowers,
could bloom,
within moon,
to light or rather,
swallow up the sky,
but every night,
I wait for the cry,
of a running star-
© All Rights Reserved
Related Stories
