Guitar
My voice would reach out to the deafest ears,
my tears would melt the hardest rocks
Yet the silence previals with pain,
until u strike these chords…
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Verbivore Here
Am a Verbivore. I devour words. A true libran (without a dimple) i still search for that creativity the venus blessed are rumoured to have in loads. Yeah i search it here in the world of words.
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small poem but sweet. It’s highly enjoyable and passionate. A tale of seeking the self:)