[101/Poetry] The old building - Ink to Screen
Strings of an instrument Rhymthic fingers caressing Shades of a stage The sickly spotlight shines He sleeps She lies awake Possesive, his hand around her Comforted, she smiles Soft, soft moans A lady bent over Cramps in her stomach She walks in Quiet, quiet The building sleeps Not a sound Not a soul Comes to… Continue reading [101/Poetry] The old building