february poetry

love, the author

i can still recall that unusual friday evening,

i was in tears while walking,

and reached the haunted lake alone,

no one was there, except for the moon

i talked to the little red fishes,

listened to the stars’ lovely music,

read my favourite books,

and wrote poems

here’s an album of poems from different point of views,

an album of unspoken thoughts and what ifs,

hope you like it! :)

love,

the author

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