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⏰It's 00:00 the night is fast asleep and
anyone who dares speak is silenced but
my mind refuses to be silenced, Dear
little Blackbird speak less, ink more she
tells me.
Endless lines of my feelings flood my
pages uninterrupted, it feels
good to finally lift them out of the blank
pages of my mind,
and ink them in your hearts.
I hope one day to ink words that will lift
dead dreams and shattered hearts.
AUTHOR'S NOTE :
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I'm a proud West African princess
Who finds joy in writing her thoughts
On issues she is passionate about and documenting
Her personal journey.
🌷INSTA : @_ogey.m
Ps : The poems are all my pieces except
the artworks / Images ) I just edit
so if you happen to
know the original artists kindly bring it to
my notice . 🌻
Read and leave a comment, I would love to hear from you.
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