Introverts intro (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

I am very often; Present in the absence. Awake in slumber, If that even makes sense! I am very often; Loud in my silence, Noisy in my quiet, The sounds of my silent space. I am very often; In the company of myself, Interacting with my brain; Checking on its health. I am very often;Continue reading “Introverts intro (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

Windy day (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)

Wind to my hair; Air to my wind pipe, Vantage point from which I unwind, My mind rewinds to the poem I ought to type. Spiralling wind; Spiral of dust- Inspiring art; Inspire, I must. Flying leaves; Flight in wind- Yet flies can’t fly In this raging wind! I’m writing a poem; Right in thisContinue reading “Windy day (A poem by Phanuel Ayelum)”

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