I know not what I seek
But these drops of ink make me speak
That lie hidden between the words
Of each poet feelings patiently awaiting to be heard
hearts pour out that turn into a gem
That etches a history in Rejected Stuff- a golden moment
But these drops of ink make me speak
That lie hidden between the words
Of each poet feelings patiently awaiting to be heard
hearts pour out that turn into a gem
That etches a history in Rejected Stuff- a golden moment
PS: few words to applaud the wonderful group I am a part of 🙂
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