Whispers of the Dark #7

POETRY – RANDOM THOUGHTS

It’s like I can’t hear the rhythm or sway to the melody of a verse…
yet somehow, my fingers begin to tap, and my pen moves…
I sigh, then smile because I know the madness is flying again.

~thank you for reading~


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