Beneath the moon's soft glow,
Lies a tale of love aglow.
Pages yellowed, aghaha hahaha hahajajaj hahajajaj ahhah dgjgdjgdjt stitstditdit skgxydkydkydkya words embraced,
A poet's heart, forever traced.
Beneath the moon's soft glow,
Lies a tale of love aglow.
Pages yellowed, words embraced,
A poet's heart, forever traced.
Tap, tap, tap,
The keys dance with rhythm,
Stories unfold,
On the typewriter's old chime.
Words on the page, like echoes from time,
In Special Elite's rhythm, they rhyme.
Letters march on, uniform and neat,
This vintage font, a poetic treat.
Living in my own time zone is like having a perpetual time-traveling adventure. It's noon for the world, but midnight for me. HAHAHA.
-Nikko