Yearnings of a poet
#poem #writer
My hands are pushed
To write poesies ,
That bring tapestries in my mind.
A paradise from where I'd never flee.
A place where I always work,
Without getting tired...
My hands are pushed
To write poesies ,
That bring tapestries in my mind.
A paradise from where I'd never flee.
A place where I always work,
Without getting tired...