Words left unsaid.
A flutter of letters on a forgotten bed.
I'll make poems,
A group of rhymes,
That'll ignite hearts,
Even at unlikely times.
Smile for I shall start,
To write these words right out from my heart.
xxx
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PoetryIt was then she said: "Words fed, scathed, brought my soul together; and it would be preposterous if I'd get to feel all these sensations alone, so I am giving you a part of my suffering, a fragment of my universe, a debris of myself. Through these...
