The way she said her words were as if they were not words at all but a simple, soothing hum that could either be the most beautiful thing you've heard or the deadliest. Her sentences were long and graceful like the fingers of a pianist playing to one of Chopin's composition pieces, her legatos transitioning the positions from the high notes to the low.
Her words left imprints on the immortal pages of books read by those who dream to find an inspiration, a cause worth fighting for.
Her words changed lives, saved lives and gave hope to the ones who had no reason left to live.
If those were only her words, imagine what her actions could do.
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Polaroids Lost in Time
PoesíaOriginal poems, short stories and lost polaroids. Some sad and others bittersweet.
