don’t look for me in my poems
I don’t stay there
they are all juggled words
from around
not from the heart where
I belong
maybe a thin thread
that holds my words
is getting thinner
but it holds the world
to which
I belong
the world where
the letters float
and makes a peaceful sound.
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A Frontend developer. Either I am coding the project or I am writing about code, life, poetry, etc.
