She prefers to remain unseen,
Away from judging eyes,
Away from prying questions.
She remains silent,
Doesn't give her name,
Doesn't shake any hands.
She writes such beautiful words,
States the deepest truths,
States a new way to look at the World.
She lives in shadows,
Hides from heart breaking life,
Hides from heart breaking reality.
Her name is Annonymous but how do we know that?
-By holly boyd
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Words We Cannot Speak
PoetryPoems; Woe and hope, love and despair Poems mend us, they repair. Broken souls mixed with broken minds, Poems teach us what it is to be alive. They offer thoughts to inspire. They give us hope to aspire, They answer unanswerable questions They offer...
