Plight…

Surviving as a docile love,
In a world of black doves-

Where thoughtfares of thought never visits,
In eyes of dreams within- bounded realms.

Suppressed a voice in the mist of hate,
Burns like a fire for the rest,

The plight of her,
Is to travel cloudless air,

And beneath her breathes-
The Monster’s Empire.

Published by Sup_Arna

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