I don't know what to write,
But my hands itch
For the sweet release of poetry.
Just like the ears yearn
For the smooth symphonies,
Just like the eyes call
For the breathtaking beauties,
My hand reaches
For the blessed release of inspiration.
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 2:33 AM UTC
I don't know what to write,
But my hands itch
For the sweet release of poetry.
Just like the ears yearn
For the smooth symphonies,
Just like the eyes call
For the breathtaking beauties,
My hand reaches
For the blessed release of inspiration.