the earth is spinning. the leaves are falling.
the birds are flying. the clouds are floating.
the sun is shining, the light is reflecting.
even the noises outside, are slowly dying into the silence.
even my hand moves in rhythm on the paper to leave the mark.
still,
my mind is in a hurry like a horse without reins.
YOU ARE READING
poetry for the poetic: 5
Poetrythis is my fifth poetry book on this profile! please check out my other 4 x thank you for reading ❤️