For awaking on me
My ability to write
To put the tears in the paper
In organized thoughts...
Thank you for helping me
Build better walls
Where sadness and pain
Are not welcomed...
I am rebuilding now
A place of safety...
But thank you thought...
For awaking the poet on me
That was long death...
The poet really thank you.
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Tuesday, December 25, 2018
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