I listen to the melody of the wind
playing through the leaves
music flooding my ears
to the blissfulness of those keys
Bracing myself for the ending of this moment
I find myself projected through the mirrors of fears
That i saw coming but didn't come
Illusions after confusions
Breaking and sighing
Coexisted in this space
between beginnings and endings
-Hayi
YOU ARE READING
Not to fall but to rise
PoetryThis book is a collection of poetry, prose and writings that I wrote during my teenage years that describe the transition from being a teenager to becoming a young adult. The poems contain a honest experience of living, growing in a judgmental socie...
