Beneath the clouds,
echoes
a song; my heart
unlocks like a bud.
Those lyrics
incessantly enchant me.
Flying melodies riding like
unknown traps to my ear.
Lost in the dark.
Knocked my heart.
Rested in yours.
I don't want to
stop the music
that towels my wet, tearful eyes;
a tune of solace in disguise.
YOU ARE READING
The Stars who Shine on Ink
PoetryThese 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.
