Hair pouring down your back
A black and long cascade,
I’ll get lost inside it
As it tries to consume me.
Like liquid night
Adorning the brightest of faces.
Vagabond Prophet
Original Poetry about anything and everything.
Hair pouring down your back
A black and long cascade,
I’ll get lost inside it
As it tries to consume me.
Like liquid night
Adorning the brightest of faces.