Gauze drapes her
as she inhales
the darkness
the same darkness that
swallowed her whole
with no regard to
the feast she had left
on the table
She drinks the wine
and swirls to the beat of life
drunk
with damp lips
and the smell of yesterdays,
she reaches the for sky
and finds her present self
staring back at her
Woooww😯😲. That was an amazing poetry!! I loved how you have explained things. ❤
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Welcome!! ❤❤
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