Different shades of ink.

Wednesday, 1 June 2016

Woods

Every part of him died,
when she cried,
he held her tight,
never left her sight,
wiped her tears,
swallowed her fears,
clenched his fist,
saw through the mist,
ran through the woods,
in search of his new food.
~ Mansi Gupta. 
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