When my heart is full,i start to feel like these white blank pages.The only way i can empty it out,is filling it up.
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The Soul Ink
PoetryMy Soul travels at the speed of a thousand knots Oh And yet the marvel at a single thought So many moments i can't afford a single blink I must keep a journal written in my Soul's ink
when my heart is full
When my heart is full,i start to feel like these white blank pages.The only way i can empty it out,is filling it up.
