Under the moonlight

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A sleepy brain but a conscious soul, always so bright

That describes summarily my everyday night

I've never taken my life easily as I "should" be

Yet I find the heavy world on my heart a sort of glee

I keep thinking, without you and books who I would be now

But I bet that my truth is behind the angel-shaped red clouds

I feel blissful, my wellifluous breath that sounds just fine

And the most wanted epiphanies flaring up from time to time

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