Sometimes, I'd get jealous of the Moon.
By how it was admired by the night owls;
Although not long after I'd set too soon,
I'd catch reflections of the Sun's howls.
And now I've been yearning for the dawn;
Peeking through clouds bathed in orange,
Breathing warm sunlight in the horizon;
Nothing like mornings shall be so strange.
I have been jealous of the Moon, but now,
I found peace with the Sun somehow.
STAI LEGGENDO
Read My Soul
Poesia"Writing my soul in the form of poetry." They say if you'd wish to know more about a poet, you should read their poems - because that's where their hearts are poured into. This book is a collection of poetry (and prose) that I wrote to express all m...
