No motivation I have left,
to put anything down.
I want to fly over to the oceans,
And in its waters, I want to drown.
I want to leave everything and flee.
I want to see the stars.
I want to shoot through the skies,
And dance freely on Mars.
I want to be happy.
I want some joy too.
I want to feel some warmth again,
So, my skin could feel it through.
I will get my joy out of the work I do.
I know what is my muse.
At night I feel my heart blossom with joy,
When my skin feels the cool dew.
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PoetryHello people! I am Sania Zehra and this is my first ever book to be published anywhere. I have been writing poems from a very long time and I have been using it as a tool to express myself. So I took some of my poems and made their collection for it...
