Poem
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A Writer’s Love
To be loved by a writer is said to be a privilege A muse immortalized in ink. And perhaps it is. Continue reading
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SHE WAS GORGEOUS WITH ALL HER BROKEN YEARNS
Cracks like lightning veins upon her skin, A map of battles fought and scars within. Continue reading
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A Lonely Tree Crying In The Storm
Under a shroud of stormy grey, A tree sways a mournful sigh. Continue reading
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This Is How I Saw You
As the warmth of the winter Sun dispelling winter’s chill. As a soft kiss upon the forehead whispering everything is alright. Continue reading
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En La Quietud De La Noche
En el lienzo oscuro de la noche, mis letras danzan su ballet, Continue reading
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Love
A twisted melody, a song with chords of pain, A symphony for one, a yearning whispered in vain. Continue reading