After the moon sleeps
it is, When night shivers
to show its colours
and when
dawn begins to take
hesitant steps...
that is when my heart
is full of dreams and my
mind overflows with
thoughts.
I speak of things i feel, so primordial, that structured expression kills the essence. I speak of things i see. so easy to ignore, yet, so crucial I find release in the seeming disorder of my Poetry; the subtle signs i see.
0 smoke wisps:
Post a Comment
You whisper your name... but i can't hear it.