All went still when the moon arose,
Whispering into the ears of the lone walker,
"Don't let the fears of your mind cage you. Let it go"
YOU ARE READING
To The Introverts
PoetryAt the unforgiving eyes of the world, I lay here with a pen in hand, To write about the secrets I keep, The untold stories of an introvert.
Luna
All went still when the moon arose,
Whispering into the ears of the lone walker,
"Don't let the fears of your mind cage you. Let it go"
