A treasure chest of experiences so wee,
But safely guarded for those that see.
Read between the lines always,
Ponder and delve into those that stays.
And books, your best friends shall be.
YOU ARE READING
MUSINGS OF A SOLIVAGANT
PoetryJust like her solivagant mind wanders and the soft vernalagnia colors her cheeks, rosy - poetry swells from her inside. What her camera captures, spins words of hope and despair in her. Where the heart bleeds on to the paper, there springs poetry...
