Some blessings are born as disguises.
Some as the devil.
Some, shrouded in pain.
Others carry stones - dipped in golden lustre - and are thrown at glass castles.
--- Ink and Wander
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Poetry - inking my soul (1)
PoetryI 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...
