Evermore

Winter’s Kiss

By Kayla ManeenPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Photo by Masaaki Komori on Unsplash

Hollow ground, sing me

restful songs so I can sleep.

Eyes closed, evermore.

sad poetry

About the Creator

Kayla Maneen

Truthseeker. Storyteller. Heroine of my own adventure. I’m a study of contrasts—an ouroboros eating her own darkness to spit out the light. Pain and hope exist within us, reflected in our stories. Read a few that I’ve created for you.

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