Letters From The Heart
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From the thoughts in your mind to the feelings buried deep down within you, "Letters from the Heart" is a collection of poems based upon the themes of love, romance, heartbreak, tragedy, life, the internal struggles of the mind, and more. With a total of 69 poems, "Letters from the Heart" discovers the human emotions in the form of a poetic voice, delving into the experiences of the nature of love and life itself.
"The tears falling on my hands,
Drip, drip,
Corners of my heart chipped,
Hands soaked, made an ocean for seven ships...
In the darkest hour,
Emotions are heightened,
Tastes so sour,
But when the sun rises, my sorrow may be lightened."
2nd place in alicemayjohnson's LEGENDS Awards in the Poetry genre. (3/10/2020)
*As known as "Miss Read's Book of Poetry"*
Added to WattpadPoetry's reading list. (4/19/2021)
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Posted: October 7, 2019
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