Era uma vez, Poemas ao Vento
- Leituras 113
- Votos 10
- Capítulos 10
Este livro é um reflexo das palavras que nasceram em silêncio, dos sentimentos que se transformaram em versos e das histórias que, em algum momento, foram minhas e agora se tornam suas. Cada poema é uma memória, um suspiro, um pedaço de alma, guardado para aqueles que buscam encontrar beleza nas pequenas coisas e força nas fragilidades da vida
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The Woman
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When mirror is not enough to reflect emotions, when talks are not enough to convey feelings, a silent poem and a pen and it's creations may help. Edit (April 14, 2020) : This book was previously titled as "Autumn Leaves" *NOTE FOR READERS* Dear readers, thank you very much for reading my works. I appreciate your time and willingness to read my works.☺ Reaching 1K views was like a dream come true and thanks to you guys. A single view, comment and vote of yours make my day. It means a lot. Please guys, vote and comment on my works. A single tap and thoughts of yours can brighten up my day.☺ Please do vote, comment and follow my account. Thank you A huge thanks to @scarla_scorpion for the wonderful cover.
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