Feb 2016
Grey clouds frown
Hands move past three
Papers shuffle and faces yawn
Coffee cups have an empty echo
Bored poets will browse discreetly
I want to write
Here I am
Hands move past three
Papers shuffle and faces yawn
Coffee cups have an empty echo
Bored poets will browse discreetly
I want to write
Here I am
The poem I wrote to get accepted here :)
