Enigma Poem by Anarat Fatima

Enigma



Look at me when the sun is cold
I'll be your warmth, i'll hold you close
They speak of these illusions
Brutal tides and barbaric confusions
But they'll bury me in a grave
The day i'll find out that you're knave 🌊🖤

Enigma
Friday, September 7, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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