When my
words fail me
and become
short to
reach you,
my gloomy
face,
my voice,
my tears
tell the pain,
my scars are
invisible.
When my
words fail me
and become
short to
reach you,
my gloomy
face,
my voice,
my tears
tell the pain,
my scars are
invisible.
You’re on a very introspective journey lately. Whose head are you in?
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I try my emotions everywhere.Those in love,broken,war,victims of war,refugees.I write depending on the emotion that bonds with my soul.
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Poignant… beautifully expressed
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Thanks Sakshi
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My pleasure
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