Sunday, February 8, 2015

We the poets.. ..

"Surreal poet. Writes verses on all her loved ones. Except him. She won't even share him with pen and paper. He is ONLY for her memories.
We the poets.. live in a world far from the maddening crowd, we play with words and make love to feelings. We hide the fire that has been burning bright inside with the clouds of language. We camouflage. We disguise. We pretend. We hide. We love. We hate. But we never tell. Instead we Write. Our poems are not just words, they are a little piece of Us in black and white."

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