Despite everything, my deepest words and feelings truly never had a name for itself until a couple of years ago, when the word Clove became to have a more meaningful meaning, the others could tell. As random as the word was, it started to stick with me as the name became my favorite word to call such a thing. However, after a while, I continue to look myself in the mirror to only think, "What could be the name for me? The me that I can see myself for? The me that I can express myself to? The me that I can talk to? The me that is myself?" I kept asking myself that for a while until I found what I was looking for. Thus, my nickname for myself is the word Elisabeth. A Name with such grace, A name with such beauty, A name with such smarts. A name with such a quiet tone. A name with such words in mind. That's who I would like to be, Elisabeth, beyond the other side of myself.
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The Writer's World Shall Continue
PuisiThis is part 2 of one of my books called "The Writer's World". I hope you will enjoy continuing reading my passion for writing such words that I love to feel and write upon. ✍️ As I said, this is my part 2 of my continuing history of my poems throu...
