In the pages of this novel, you'll find
verses woven from my heart and mind,
each word a piece of my soul's embrace.
Please, let them rest in this sacred space.
Like birds in flight, my poems take flight,
Their melodies dance in the moon's soft light,
But remember, dear reader, with love I implore,
These verses are mine, please take no more.
~ azn♡
YOU ARE READING
It's Still 12a.m.
PoesiaAs the clock's final whisper embraced the dying day, darkness enveloped my room. Raindrops danced upon the fog-kissed windowpane. In the gentle glow of a dimmed lamp, I sat at my table, pen poised to capture the thoughts that flowed from the depths...
