Inside My Head -Short poems

Inside My Head -Short poems

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En cours d'écriture52m

Dernière publication mar., oct. 13, 2020

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Come, fellow readers, and writers. Take a seat, pour a cup of your favorite drink, sit back, relax and delve deep into the corners of this poetry collection. Including; Sonnets, Couplets, free verse and short, this book will have a variety to choose from. In a world where lines blur, and everything can seem so opaque and uninteresting. Find new beauty in the blacks and grays of our past. Turn the page and find yourself taking a stroll through the vivid painting of the present, and look hopefully into the rainbows of our future. _Authors Note_ Trigger Warning- Read at your own risk Please read, leave your comments. As a writer the one thing I want to achieve is getting better with each verse I write, so please help me in doing so. -L.M. Cover credit goes to me.

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