
You left With broken eyes Staring at July's sun Apparitions of us shunning The truth Lunatics don't believe in fate They seek revelation Try to make peace With lust
You left With broken eyes Staring at July's sun Apparitions of us shunning The truth Lunatics don't believe in fate They seek revelation Try to make peace With lust
“Lunatics don’t believe in fate
They seek revelation”
Powerful lines shattering the boundaries of normalcy. Beautiful poem. Love the hot vibes. π
Thank you, Terveen. I am glad you enjoyed the poem and the art. The temperature here in the UK has dropped by 20 degrees celsius in a week. It feels like Autumn, even though we are back to our normal Summer temperatures. The boundaries of normalcy are being well shattered.π Have a good week.
You too, Davy. π