#nastenka
Why the day is so dark,
And why the moon gives warmth,
Why does food feels rotten,
And why does air breath at constant?
Is silence been born,
By the growing growl,
Or does it capture the soul,
Like the rapture of my haul.
Why is the tension so fog,
Of the words of your log,
Letters meant to be loved,
Why have been clogged.
My dreams shattered in morning, Now that I’ve woke up,
To be more heard, my darl’ you’ve been forgiven.
Feb 16
Feb 16, 2026 at 9:39 AM UTC