Sometimes I wonder
if the seeds of my existence
were watered with the ink of great authors,
and this is what pushes my pen to the paper
at night and on
sad days.
June 2018
6 years ago
Sometimes I wonder
if the seeds of my existence
were watered with the ink of great authors,
and this is what pushes my pen to the paper
at night and on
sad days.
Posted by Hellafied at 1:30 PM
Labels: bored, meager poetry, more poetry
2 comments:
Beautiful poems - More, please!
Yes, please!
I love when you share your beautiful words. :)
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