This was the first time we met.
Nature taught me the essence of your name.
Every letter made its way up to my knowledge
like an elevator rising from ground floor to rooftop.
From the first letter to the last,
from every line, every curve, every point,
it meant everything for me.
This was the beginning of our story.
YOU ARE READING
QUILL
PoetryAll the poems that seem to be devoured by oblivion; disdained by the muse yet remains loyal to its emotion. Quill is a collection of poetry I wrote in mid-2016 to early-2017. The persona explores odes to a muse that may or may not know him for who h...
