"And if the world didn't have the face of mirrors
Only the surface of bilingual waters
They think I'd never know
But; I would.
Glancing over mountains in the morning light
And thinking over soothing grasses in the midnight sky
I'd still know I'm beautiful.
A.
YOU ARE READING
THE MURMURS OF THE NIGHT
PoetryThe zest of midnight fervor crafting my daylight dreams. -AmiraH Shaikh
