Holding my hand
You led me into the dark
But when the monsters called
I found my fingers clutching air.
~azmina
YOU ARE READING
Of Floating Buoys and Broken Bells
Poetry"Poetry flowed like little rivulets From the ocean that was her soul." ~azmina Our souls dance to the rhythm of poetry. A small collection of my poems that will, hopefully, provide the beats to your dance.
Empty Fingers
Holding my hand
You led me into the dark
But when the monsters called
I found my fingers clutching air.
~azmina
