Poems from Nhin1130

It smells like November on the cusp of summer. I know the cool days will be gone soon It's a sign of change An omen, warning me that this...
Oh beautiful, starry night;This is how I want to die.Wrapped up in thoughtUnaware (of what’s coming) Oh beautiful, starry night;This is how...
A day passes with the click of a clockA meaningless motion of an arbitrary decree.You’ve endured another rotationYou’re a day olderValuable...