Ink DriftJun 12, 2017Colors, English, Poetry0
Poetry is a color,
a running one;
running off to
you lose track of time,
for few milliseconds;
is the color
in blind-spot of eye.
by Sree Latha
The International Literature Magazine. All around the world ruling with words.
Ink DriftJun 12, 2017
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