I forgot, while basking in that sweet sliver of light that came pouring in, that the sun doesn't rise nor set for me.
She sets for the moon.
--- Ink and Wander
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Poetry - inking my soul (1)
PuisiI am trying my hand at original poetry, because sometimes the heart and soul demand to speak even when you refuse to. This is my first collection - and it consists of 20 poems. I have written more than 20 which should have been part of this collecti...
