Jun 29
1 min read
Candlelight
Micropoetry
There is no hurry,
no reason to fall
into the pit of madness.
I see the illusion
and over time,
it melts away.
The candlelight
writes a verse
and the nightingale
sings me a song.
A poetry publication brought to you by Assemblage to capture all of your disconnected thoughts and let them find their form.
