I stood at the cliff with all my passions and yelled my proclamations to the winds. They carried all my desires to the hollow. But instead my words were swallowed by the mountains.
And then sunset sat.
---- Ink and Wander
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Poetry - inking my soul (1)
شِعرI 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...
