Resting in placidity
Exists a
Blast of
Earthquake inside Me-
Lucid Sea!
My emotions
Usually form in Bellows!
Surging the
Endless shores;
Infolding them in Rolls!
Numb! Sad! Angry! Hey, that's
Me, a poetry impassable, Yet!
Everywhere, I'm travelled!
YOU ARE READING
The Stars who Shine on Ink
PoesíaThese are delicate thoughts prompted and written in ACROSTICS about the good poetess and poet I have come across with. I believe, like opinions, POVs are entitled to oneself.
