I'm becoming again
what I used to be,
a little child,
a visionary,
gradually in me,
the sleeper,
who once abided in concealed universes,
is becoming alert,
prepared to
feel
life's melody of satisfaction,
taste
the glory of acknowledgment,
tune
into sacred messengers
music,
grasp
every single idea in me,
enjoy
the delicious taste
of my words,
plunge
into a sea of delightful sentiments.
YOU ARE READING
Breathe
Poetry❝ in her mind she held an incadencent thoughts for the world and an immense desire to breathe them out with each word ❞ Welcome to the place where my words and emotions meet. Random thoughts and feelings of mine, molded with patience into a tangibl...
