Pieces from a Hopeless Romantic
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Last published Mon, Jun 22, 2020
Sometimes, words will flow and rush faster than a waterfall, flooding paper with irreversible ink. A quiet mouth, yet a mind that keeps shouting. It screams poetry that should be heard.
A mind that will not remain silent.
Poetry that sings of hidden feelings.
Short poems. Long elegies. Songs and ballads that speak the truth. Some, written full of heartache and despair. Others speak of hope. Even some will talk about nonsense, to not be taken seriously at all.
All in form of pieces from a Hopeless Romantic.
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