Jun 2020
The night is young
and I am stung
with the unsung
melodies from my lungs.
Drifting is the moon
like a silver spoon.
She begins to swoon
to my icy tune.
and I am stung
with the unsung
melodies from my lungs.
Drifting is the moon
like a silver spoon.
She begins to swoon
to my icy tune.
night constantly inspires me to write.
