Once in awhile
I held my pen and put it in my heart
Just any random notes
I just let it flow,
resonated from my within
and composed its own words
to make a new piece.
Once in a while
I just breathed at this simple hour
when all is in rest
and the silent is my greatest ally,
Somehow, beyond any words
my being is reborn into countless times
as the words dances to my sight
and whisper an unknown melody
that once, sooth my restless soul.
Once in a while,
I breathed
through my notes and pen
as it lives with an unknown piece!
"Already 3 am at dawn, yet my soul is still restless and my mind still wandering to the different sides of my room. Tired. I am tired!"
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Her PEN (Personal Expressions of No One Sees)
PoetryOne's experiences and thought can be engrave in words. It sights different emotion, expression and an unexplainable feelings that only word can say. But why we want it this way? We write, because we want to; We express, because we are human bound...
