I am quite unheard of.
The kind you stumble upon
Whilst on your journey elsewhere,
It'll take you some time to
Adapt but love,
Once you do, you'll never
Want to leave.
You can draw out all the maps
Try crafting your own
Or I could save you some time,
Tell you that it's a myth,
It will forever be unknown.
I too have places many have been
And places only the natives know.
Entering might be a bit of a task
I probably won't make it easy
But once you're through those gates,
On the inside,
I will make you my own,
You can find in me, a home.
I'll keep you warm on rainy nights
And I'll gift you a snowflake
Just to see you smile.
After all it's because of you,
They call this city,
The city of lights.
YOU ARE READING
Echo of Thoughts
Thơ caPoetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that hurt. It is a matter of life not just a matter of language... Breathe in experience, breathe out poetry....
