• awrd_writes 6w

    In the whispering solitude
    I would had died alone
    The time of despair
    Would had passed anyhow.

    Still the wings of hope
    Made me fly so far
    Beneath I felt nothing
    And was far from everything.

    Immaturity my love is
    A lesson to be learnt
    In the hardest way
    Yet I see a new sun.

    The new moon will
    Never know how
    The most faithfull
    Fall for the Crescent moon.