A gentle breeze cuts through the suffocating humidity.
the muted scent of black coffee and cigarettes
Filling my lungs as i breathe deeply.
an unknown song.
Longing words
in a language I don't understand.
Somehow, my heart recognises a hymn of love.
she looks at peace.
For once, I am.
- unexpected joy
YOU ARE READING
it's 3 am and i'm still thinking of you
PoesíaA collection of poems and liquorice-tinged thoughts.
