I wrote a song to you, hello.
I poured my soul out on a page
And let it touch some strings inside,
Taking my old guitar out from a cage.
And afterwards it even found some voice
To make the words much more alive.
My soul has never ever made a noise -
And yet now needs it to survive.
YOU ARE READING
Poetic Études
PoetryA collection of short poems, sometimes free verse, written anywhere and anytime when I found inspiration in nature, weather, places and smells.
