Into The Crevices of my age 

 

“My soul breathes a childish hue,

But the veins under this skin

Exhales pale and blue
My heart’s beat

Warms with young heat

But this love turned bitter , Once burned so sweet

The music is still on and I feel the rhythm in these fragile bones

So , shall I dance my heart out

Or shall I be scared

To be fallen and Caged

Into the crevices of my age?”

R.J

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