No tongue at birth But It has tasted death This book is numbed with grief but it learned to breathe This bottle holds the bitter-sweet adventures I fetched on my journey of love and growth It all started with a walk And I was glued to his talk And... Words strummed my heart like a guitar And I felt the pull at my heartstrings Now all that my heart sings Is Hymn of him...Elfriedewestwood Rankings #11_Poetry (4th September 2024)
15 parts