❝i've delicately chosen letters to form words and words to form sentences, each sentence a colorful paint stroke on the canvas of my mind.❞ [ #1 in poetry on 27/08/16 ]

A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.

Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

❝ the town was paper but the memories were not. ❞ an anthology of poems written during an inexplicable journey of friendship, hope and forgiveness called life.

remains of bitter tears lay here.

"Hold me close in the dark of the night and let me soar across the bright skies in the light of the day" A collection of short poems sometimes written at the pages of my textbooks and on the margin lines of my notebooks. My first ever work~ Happy reading -Shaljam