I'm sitting here at the table.
It's 3:05 AM.
There's a plate of fresh fruit, many flowers vases, an ink pen, and napkins, and there's already so much on my mind.
My brother is fast asleep across the room and my father is upstairs. He offered me his pen earlier today, but this one will do, too.
My hair is drying in waves as I hear distant cars. Hmm... the Autobahn.
The drivers, the passengers... the passing strangers...
Little do they know I, too sit awake by a singular light as they are with their own thoughts.
Little do they know the ink bleeds through the paper as my heart yearns to piece something all together.
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Stars of Freedom
PoetryI have completed "Threads Deep Within", so here is my new poetry, short story etc. book. Thank you <3 8/22/22- 12/14/23
