Saturday, July 29th, 2017
~I wrote this poem at a music camp I go to every year for a week called Lark Camp. I was at my songwriting class, and I missed what the teacher told us to do... *Nervous laugh* so I wrote this instead. I hope you enjoy!!~
I am not exactly sure what I'm supposed to be doing, I did listen!
But the sounds were muffled.
In my work I was buried deep.
So forgive me, if I am not exact,
but I instead of doing nothing,
will do something.
I will not leave my page blank.
You can interpret this however you like,
It doesn't matter to me how.
It does not have just one meaning.
So listen in whatever language you can understand it in.
YOU ARE READING
Dreamweaver (2017-2021)
Puisi"Dreamweaver: First Poetry Collection" (2017-2021): Book 1 among my poetry collections. If you read my poetry collections from oldest to newest, you'll get to see the evolution and changes my style undergoes over time. However, there is no required...
