White puffs of condensed air
What secrets do you keep?
Try as I might, and I do
I never get an answer
For you never stop moving
A true locomotive
Traveling through the skies
Taking your secrets with you
YOU ARE READING
Poems of an anchor
PoetryI'm a poet, and yes, I know it I am very fond of poetry and writing. I'm the kind of person who never verbalizes my feelings. I prefer to write them down, transforming them into literary works of art. Words bear comfort and catharsis for my heart an...
