You've become something magical,
Confined in between the pages,
Written in a hurried script,
Brimming with overwhelming emotions,
Stirred from exquisite moments,
Woven from words that came from
The stars of her beautiful mind.
Do you know?
That this is how a poet's muse comes to life?
YOU ARE READING
Secrets I Whisper to the Stars at Night
ŞiirThe stars, my anchor and friend Keeping my secrets as I spill them Into the night sky Together with the moon, They keep me company.
