Some days I wake up crying
Memories afresh from yesterday's pains.
Yet it pours again as I realized
Today might just be the same.
I feel my heartbeat
And wonder if its mine.
Each time
I draw in breath
I let go with a sigh,
So sorry I used it ...
It belonged to someone who actually shines.
My poetry isn't usually so bleak
I mostly see what's beautiful
I write, I rhyme and share , So are the meanings of miracles.
But what's so magical about it?
YOU ARE READING
The Hum Of Existence
PoetryThere's not much to tell, Except I Have much to say. And I Will everyday, So I've Learned & managed to express , A little more in a lot Less.
