Different ideas are flowing,
Inks and colors that’s glowing,
The materials are ready to get moving,
For you to keep using.
Why are you just looking?
The blank canvas is staring,
The blank piece of paper is waiting to be tinted,
Waiting for you to get drawn and painted.
YOU ARE READING
A Lost Angel
PoesíaRandom poems/proses and unsaid thoughts, this book was created for my poems and etc. feel free to read it, there are some english and filipino poems here. If you don't like it, leave it.
