• poetrybysaqib 5w

    so many hands picking up them pens
    not everyone knows,to write the where and whens
    my hand shaking to what i'm about to write
    i can't see whats written, smoke on my sight
    i hear harmonium in distance next door
    a hello in the rain or something more
    i wonder wonder to my coffee on that book
    is it the way i walk or they way she looked.