Is there anything that is so important
That justifies life or at least this moment?
The world is so unfair, we have never met,
I can’t get rid of those thoughts, I can’t forget.
I feel it now closer, I count down the days,
For the meeting point in the end of our ways.
A hundred days waiting will be over soon,
And no more endless nights alone in my room.
YOU ARE READING
The Mind of a Queen
PoesíaNew collection of poems, now following the metrics, not just rambling words rhyming at a point. Also short stories and flash fictions, anything that comes near my brain.
