Going Over
Going over the flickers of the night past,
A trembling shriek slid through my vein
And my heart beat again with a blast
My feelings scattered
Rendering its redemption song
Like a coat of many colours it flattered
On the verge of reality it’s all wrong
The story of my life fills through so rife
Pingback: NaWriPoMo #15: And the Beat Goes ON | The Black Tortoise: Wisdom Born with Age
Thanks for coming on my blog.
LikeLike