Are you planning to create song lyrics again?
If you are, sit with me on the rooftop.
I can strum my guitar for you—
while you're creating a melody in every word.
I miss hearing you sing, watching you pressing the piano key softly.
Can we continue this now?
The song we created when we were 11.
Let's play this lyrically again, together.
YOU ARE READING
ANTHOLIMPSE
PoetryAntholimpse is a glimpses of prose and poetry that were written within this hour.
