• ammer 24w

    Hushed Soul

    What makes her hushed
    Is the other side of the icon
    Calling her a candid boon

    What irks her mind
    The comrades She loves
    Who gleam upon a single call
    Get strayed like a galaxy
    Leaving behind lonely star awaiting
    For a millennium
    Uptill the next call
    Penser She
    Such magic slants empties her soul.