When the moonlight shines
On my piece of paper
And lights up my shrine
For the gods of later
I must thank you
For giving me this
For giving me a home
A life
A soul
In exchange for yours
YOU ARE READING
꧁𝙼𝚈 𝙿𝙾𝙴𝚃𝚁𝚈꧂
PuisiWhen life gives you poems, read them. When a pen touches paper, it creates something that we all want to read. Where these ideas come from I have no idea but I know this is all my imagination. "Words are our most inexhaustible source of magic"-Albu...
