Whittling away
The hours of the day
An inner feeling
A melody inside of me
Makes me sway
It is the hectic music of my emotions
Scrambling to be heard
Over the noise
Of the everyday.
YOU ARE READING
Drizzle at Twilight*
PoetryBecause just having a lot of poetry is never enough. Twi·light /ˈtwīˌlīt/ noun: (That magical hour:) The soft glowing light from the sky when the sun is below the horizon, caused by the refraction and scattering of the sun's rays from...
