You were my railing, my support. But also the hammer at the top of the steps. My poison, my long-sought cure. My cloud nine, and aching heart for sure. The door opens and there without you; a new world, birds singing, the sky so blue.
Published by Khadim Zaman
I am science fiction author and poet from Amsterdam. It took me a while to discover I liked to write. Now I am hooked. Help me get the word out. Leave me a review on Amazon.com. And subscribe to my email list. Thank you. View all posts by Khadim Zaman