Breathing is an experience that lets her breathe out poetry;
Her breath are her words itself,
And her works are the proofs of her existence.
This book is the epitome of her pain, and she is the embodiment of sadness.
She has a name --one that he has long forgotten.
YOU ARE READING
her notepad
Poetrywhen you're wounded, grab a pen, and let wounds bleed the poetic words in blank pad papers to carve something that is called "an art." **** © All Rights Reserved 2017 By: Primrose Cússford
