First, you need to know what makes my heart follow the rhythm of a soulful trumpet.
You need to know what makes me see beyond formidable mountains and brings my spirit to life at night.
You ought to know what makes me see light in darkness and gives me the incredulous privilege to feel the pain of the broken.
Mostly, you must know what makes me see the intrinsic benevolent traits in the malignant and gives me belief in the beauty of beasts that succumb to feasting on lost souls.
Then, you will know who taught me how to love.
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Soulful Noises
PoetryIt is pen on paper. I breathe in experience and breathe out poetry, so get ready to have your heart touched by my soulful noises. Most of the pictures in the book are photographed by me. Please show support/interest by voting or commenting.?
