Little hermit crab,
leaving a braille across the sand
telling me to find vision
through my shut eyelids and sealed soul,
saying you know a shell when you see one.
I'm thrown off
by the waves of your words
but this time,
I shall not retreat
into myself.
YOU ARE READING
Words that escaped
PoetrySometimes I think of a word and sentences follow. Poetry is emotions that escape through these words. Give these poems a read, pretty please! I write with all my soul.
