Would you give
a pence for my thoughts
or a care for my toil?Do you know how
tired I am
or do you choose
not to look?Would you give
a tip to the aching heart
crushed by pressure
or a life to someone
who lost it somewhere
in the dunes?Would you?
Would you really?Would you gloss your eyes
to a soul in need
or run from a broken heart
dying from thirst?Because I know
—full well—
that you will
YOU ARE READING
a symphony of stars, a cacophony of wishes.
Poetry❝𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯❞ ˜"*°•˜"*...