Aug 2020
The cold world was far away
from her asthete mind
I remeber... her heart looking for the warmth
When words, pens and papers appeared like angels,
They gave her wings and took her to the
World of Poets
which felt like heaven.
from her asthete mind
I remeber... her heart looking for the warmth
When words, pens and papers appeared like angels,
They gave her wings and took her to the
World of Poets
which felt like heaven.
She sits with her diary along side the fireplace
where fire of poems
burning on the woods kept by poets
keep her warm.
She is thankful to every poet in this world♥
where fire of poems
burning on the woods kept by poets
keep her warm.
She is thankful to every poet in this world♥
