Watching Too
Freestyle Poems Late into the night it watches me doing my necessary duties, complaining on the phone, reading in bed, setting my alarms, making preparations for the coming tomorrow, like an estranged lover...
Tagged: nostalgia
Sometimes, You and I
Sometimes, in the rainy days of autumn the wind whistles your name underneath the umbrella of my thoughts. You stick to my mind like a wet leaf on damp earth brought by cold and...
