Poems from PassingWind
An amateur writer who writes as a hobby and hopes to improve. Has a budding infatuation with the art of words incorporated into poems.
It never seems to stop.
The ticking of the clock,
The mocking whispers in the backdrop
And shadows of the giggles, aiming to stalk.
It...
Even if I closed my eyelids,
Splattered streaks of various colours,
Binding the painting together, he bids.
Even if I close my eyelids,
The...