Biography
When words become your freedom... And your eyes speak your heart... A poet is born...
Sometimes...
Sometimes I wonder... That admist the darkness Who is the one speaking to me Speaking with a voice , so familiar Though distant , yet so clear... I turn around, My eyes determined to find the source But... I realize No one's there Everything is dark And silent... So silent that even the sound Of my silence is Heard...
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