A Spiral Under
There are people who
Build of stone
Their remnants outlive
The soft shell
Who am I?
There are people who
Build of wood
Their memory sung
On the wind until it stops
Who am I?
There are those who
Put on music
To drown the empty
Who am I?
There are those who
Bring the music
Within them
Who am I?
I know some who
Walk with no shadows
Who am I?
I know some who
Cast their light
Who am I?
Will I know
Who I am
Or does it
Come
In eyes
Of others
Who Knows Anything
People?
Am I a person
Among many
Or one
With many
Looking in
Looking out
Is there I
Who are
You?
One of a kind, is who you are.
Who am I? A big fan 🪭
Lovely writing ❤️
Thank you! It gives me great joy knowing that you are there 😘