Jun 15
My rest is forever disturbed,
A spirit lingers behind the curtains.
His voice calls at clock chimes,
A habit I fear he will never drop.
What a shame,
To be his own orchestra.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Poesia365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
