I'm addicted,
To the aroma of ink
Which penetrates my derm
And creeps into my soul
Leaving trails of existence
In the poetry I weave.Thus,
Guiding me to light.
Serving me peace.
Deploying serenity.
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Unspoken: A collection of poetry
PoesiaThis book contains some pieces of poetry which had been left unspoken by me, by you, by the world. ❤
Unspoken words
I'm addicted,
To the aroma of ink
Which penetrates my derm
And creeps into my soul
Leaving trails of existence
In the poetry I weave.Thus,
Guiding me to light.
Serving me peace.
Deploying serenity.