My star, shine.

poem by Sadik Vivaan

You shine so bright, a star on a cold night. Far from them and their cold heart, The dandelion still here, an art. Read more

poem by Sadik Vivaan

Your name I ask, yet you run so fast My heart questions itself, pours boiling water to my cold self Anxiety consumes me, but doesn't move me, doesn't entice me to run To catch the train the train that leads to you. Read more