Crisp yellow sun smacks the black out of the sky and orange drips like candle wax and every shadow loses its grip on the world. The sun rules the day, yet once again, sleep loses its hold on gentle souls
Anisah Khan
@Anisah_Writes · 1:27
It's like really adding a lot of depth into your imagery and it's contributing very well in the poem. I really enjoy the story that you are telling in this piece and I enjoy listening to it and I hope I hear more from