Poetry is void, the verses that you left in search of magic. Poetry is wish, the one you ask at 11:11 and the one you hide at 2 pm. Poetry is everything, the start of a black hole, the end of infinite circles, the winter chills, and him. (Read the caption) Poetry is void, the verses that you left in search of magic. Poetry is insanity, the rush that you felt inside veins on your first date.
