Something will happen.
Nobody knows what.
There's nobody to know,
There is never no thought.
But now there's something...
Slowly pulling itself together.
In the empty car parking lot...
The mind incomplete,
The weight of a feather...
But that state won't last forever.
CZYTASZ
grey Færies
PoezjaI recently got the idea of attempting to write daily. Not anything lengthy, just short bits of poetry... this is basically a collection of those. I'll try to update it daily, sort of like a personal challenge for myself. With that out of the way, a...
