The sound of a flute playing, it filled a hollow hole. My heart is dancing to its rhythm, oh please, do not stop. Dear mysterious boy, who hides himself under a black cloak, playing the flute as the group of homeless boys dance freely. Alive with night sky, the little fire and moon are their only source of light.
The music you play brings warmth to my cold heart, let me help you slowly break your stoned walls as even I know what it feels like to be falling every minute, into the deep dark world of thoughts. Nobody listens to the silent cries you make every night, they never listen to the drops of every tear wail.
It's impossible, they say. No, it's not. It can be possible if you listen, listen carefully. Poor Peter Pan was lost and unloved by blood.
STAI LEGGENDO
Eunoia • Book One
Poesia𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐈. • • • • • ❝ 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ❞ • • • • • Book One of Eunoia (Beautiful Thinking). A book with words dipped in emotions of a young soul. • • • • • ❝ 𝑭𝒓𝒐...
