She’s a poet who write using her pain as her pen to paint fainted and faded untold voices.
Someone asked her,
“Why tragedy? Why a dead poetry?”
She bitterly smiled, “I was once quite fond of writing a love story not until I found someone, used him as my subject...
and let me experienced unhappy ending realizing that my ink spilled in the wrong poetry.”
By the way, she’s me.
Published: April 7, 2022
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A Poet's Pad
PuisiEveryone has a chapter they don't read out and -she's there. Trapped in those torn pages and owned a pad of poems about life, shits and, dark shaded tales. Photos that being used in this work were not mine. A hundred fold of gratitudes and credits t...
