I have trouble to sleep
For I keep overthinking
If people will like
Me and my poetry
Because you see,
One does not
Exist without the other
And I worry that my soul
Written in these pages
Will burn holes
In these papers
[Am I enough?
Am I too much?]
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry"Blue eyes for distant Stars Honey eyes for Sunlight, We are the crashing of waves on sand Tree branches reaching for the bright sky We are where you end and I start; We were made to belong." This is a chapter in a book I am putting together. And t...
