poetry is
the ache
that burns
beneath her skin
the fire
that fills
her lungs
entirely
hidden from
the world
until the beautiful
poet in her
could no longer
breathe
she gasped
and it spilled
freely
across these pages
poetry is
the ache
that burns
beneath her skin
the fire
that fills
her lungs
entirely
hidden from
the world
until the beautiful
poet in her
could no longer
breathe
she gasped
and it spilled
freely
across these pages
I feel this, poetry is an art. It’s a passion a fuel that burns well. I can always see That fuel, that fire. That passion, heart and soul in your work. A true artist of words.
Thank you so much! What a spectacular comment, thank you! Being able to write and express my soul, is beyond something I am grateful for.
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Delicious
Thank you!
Poetry is personal. Its power in a certain way
It definitely is. Thank you so much!