The Day
The Day
It was a normal day.
The lightning broke the hush.
Wept with grief, not love
Everyone eyed her
thy emphases by knowing
vigor makes them sorry, in life , she wasn’t sorry but throb herself in ardor.
It was a normal day.
The lightning broke the hush.
Wept with grief, not love
Everyone eyed her
thy emphases by knowing
vigor makes them sorry, in life , she wasn’t sorry but throb herself in ardor.