Once a poet with magical spells,
Floating words out from my hands.
Now I stood still holding blank papers,
Words now withholding to hover.
What’s a man without his worth?
Now I'm just a poet with no words.
Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 8:18 AM UTC
Once a poet with magical spells,
Floating words out from my hands.
Now I stood still holding blank papers,
Words now withholding to hover.
What’s a man without his worth?
Now I'm just a poet with no words.