I am that needle in the haystack.
Everyone knows I'm in there,
But who's really willing and determined to look for it?
To look for me?
Scared to get pricked, I understand
But having had found it
Would be a miracle
And you'd be holding that miracle
You'll be holding
Me ..
YOU ARE READING
From my inner veins to you
PoetryJust another poetry book from inside a busy mind. No direction, just flow.
