@Julsijuls 30 August 2021 more from that month

[ a poem by julsijuls ] In a small room there's an endless pit so dark, so cold and it echoes one's voice. A star could fall and it would not land. it would keep on falling pulled by gravity so quiet and fast. So, so harsh that the dead died again. But it's just a small room and on it's floor a hole an endless pit and it echoes your voice. #poem #poetry #original #writing #Julsijuls Image from https://pin.it/4VVs2CK