The breeze of the dawn caressed my skin
As the melancholic kind of music invaded my ears
These hands itched to create art
Yet I need an inspiration and looked for it
Somehow my mind is barren and useless tonight
YOU ARE READING
Library of Poems
Non-Fiction| Collection of midnight thoughts and daydreams || P.S. very raw since i started writing this way back in 2017 Credits to the owner of the photo I used for my book cover ^ω^
