The pen-poised hand hovers
ready to ink meaningless matter
into scraps of paper
lost
in seas of scribbled, dribbling ink
blots which bleed fantasies;
spinning normalcy
into surreality.
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When The Heart Whispers
PoezjaThe poems reflect evergreen and intense emotions while others are as light and weightless as feathers. It's like the heart whispers softly, waiting to be heard. ~Vote and Comment~ © tanxsha [Previously warped_realities]
