- There she was again
diving between worlds
written by someone
who was turned to dust
centuries ago.
She felt his presence
for he held her
with alphabets and
cuddled her with his words.

YOU ARE READING
This simple, complicated life.
PoetryA collection of poems that I wrote when thoughts overwhelmed me.
Worlds.
- There she was again
diving between worlds
written by someone
who was turned to dust
centuries ago.
She felt his presence
for he held her
with alphabets and
cuddled her with his words.