Talks with Pen
ahadsaima
- Membaca 53
- Suara 7
- Bagian 8
A collection of words into poems, shaped by pen and poured out of heart.
"There were none by me,
So I took the pen,
Scribbled till it had end,
The paper heard my laments,
Which remained buried and hidden."
- Saima
Hear out those voices that reside in all of us. We show it to the white sheets than flesh and blood around us.