The moment I lost myself
When the ink from my pen came into a halt,
I forgot what it felt like
To read poems as a whole.
But you with your reading obsession
And love for silk flowers,
Filled me with such euphoria
That I began to question.
All this time I thought,
My purpose was to write poetry
To fill my heart that
Overflowed with melancholy.
However, you have
Proven me wrong
And I thank you
For that faint glimpse of dawn.
YOU ARE READING
Numinous || Poetry
Puisinu·mi·nous /ˈn(y)o͞omənəs/ (adj.) Describing an experience that makes you fearful yet fascinated, awed yet attracted. -The powerful, personal experience of being overwhelmed yet inspired. °»｡ ∾･⁙･ ღ ➵ ⁘ ➵ ღ ･⁙･∾ ｡«° "𝘐𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘩𝘰...
