I wonder if when I die Someone will find comfort in the poems I write That when I reach a peace They too can see some sort of calm in the distance
Like a withering light A flickering spark It's fleeting But enough for you to walk through the tunnel.
I wish my poems to be found after I die, although it's kinda a violation of privacy since I don't write these in my own name, I want to make a difference in the world even if it's just through language. I recently found an author named Sylvia Plath and im absolutely amazed, yall should check her out :)
Queen Fathima the Queen of Heaven she tones her rose-red colour and lent nature a cool spark. Boom, that fires up big bang! So she shades her hue puts on her black niqab so in her shadow nature can flower. Now the full-blown scientia nature is beyond every hand’s touch eyes on for her Queen everywhere!