Some time ago, when I lived for a season in London, I found a lot of inspiration in english, even though it's not my native language. This magical place gave birth to many poems, which I now want to share with all of you in this new section. I also plan to share new inspiration in English for future poems, as I have a poetry collection in this beautiful language in the works.
Did you ever have wings? Or perhaps forgot how to fly?
It was late afternoon, twilight with colours nigh.
Dimly had dissipated the day, sitting on a bench alone,
Reflecting on his life, the afternoon's soft tone.