Post #5841

I often loved the idea of sitting in a corner, folded like a fatherless kid, befriending the wrong spiders then I learnt to love my white fragrance, quoted in black, in a colorful wilderness, lonely like an undiscovered tulip but now, I cage my unbridled emotions, in words, befriending assonance, together hiding in metaphors, holding quills like a father's thumb #poetry#amtupu_#review