Original Poetry The breath of wind in the chilled air, Soft breeze during night flare Darting up to the stars at eleven past To become
Original Work Poetry Rating – PG Note: Enjoy the read! ❤
Hey there you all beautiful people! I have submitted my work to the contest on the INKITT website. It’s my dear child of writing creation
Sun hitting rooftops, light shimmering off of windows, warmth engulfs streets.
Eyes so deep, holding greatness in them, moving heart and making you succumb. He is the one to possess the knack for making you listen,
These broken hallways, from hell knows which place, or space – with close to nothing in common with any place I know.