Frames come to life slow,
Silent motions tell a tale,
Magic in stillness.
About the Creator
Murali
Hi guys
me, me, me
when i read back my poetry it screams “me, me, me” on my screen in bold letters and i can’t shut it up — most days, i cannot make any other words out; i want to throttle a thousand versions of the me gone by, i want to throw myself from a figurative balcony, i want to sink a sword into every pen i’ve held
By angela hepworth3 days ago in Poets
Comments (3)
well done
Oh wow, I had no idea so much work went into it. Salute to them!
One word will cover it. Perfect.