Apr 2020
I am most true
in poetry,
sides of me
which i never knew
comes alive
writes verses,
disappears.
Unaware me,
cannot identify
a soul to soul
melody
passes through words.
It is gold dust
touching the being
vanishing out the window,
through walls
and in the deep blue sky.
in poetry,
sides of me
which i never knew
comes alive
writes verses,
disappears.
Unaware me,
cannot identify
a soul to soul
melody
passes through words.
It is gold dust
touching the being
vanishing out the window,
through walls
and in the deep blue sky.
