The Other Side of Poems
The heart begins to beat
The pen begins to stroke
She wrote using blood
Tears begins to fall
"I just need to stop writing"
But she said
"This is my life in poems
To feel behind the deepness words
Until the day I died"
YOU ARE READING
The Silent Whisper
PoesíaPoems from my dearest heart, mind and soul and my hands of fire.
