The vim of chords
flow through the veins,
I walk on the bed of thorns
The ostensible gold is slowly
carving a tattoo on me,
A tattoo of darkness and whim.
Yugen of the world
is sickening cowardly,
When I throw a smile
they throw the blue in the sky
and façade away then.
The grim of the sink
clogs till the red flows away,
scream in the milky white
Just to go quiet, then.
I hide under the Sunlight
Burning inside and cold on edges
My smile does not count anymore,
‘cause now I am asleep.
~Krupali
I cannot believe I have continued writing till day 4 lol!
Love you all!!
Musing Of Souls 
Very well written….you’re an artist
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