EveA Poem by Sarissarinone
"Eyes open"
My creator Beauty they are Lonely he seemed Green grass, trees flourished with a spectrum Lonely he was Now... lonely I am. Death is alive When I wake He takes I am a piece, but so is he.
© 2022 Sarissari
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Added on January 9, 2022 Last Updated on January 9, 2022 Author |