Musings of a Lost Soul.
I am the thought that refuses to fade away.
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Untitled No. 3
The dusky, cold horizon unkindly resonates itself,
Like an intense dream that spins so bright
In an empty shell where darkness cascades
Lurking, behind shadows deep and wide.
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