Simsimyya

Depthy into the night Deep conversations As we descend further Into darkness Heartstrings being Strummed by Someone with a Sweet hum Sap can be bitter But you’re so tender No shame in being sappy While you strum off cinders And your able fingers Play me great songs Hands’ heat confident Casting embers with friction StringsContinue reading “Simsimyya”

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