Pen in hand
Next to my desk I stand
On the paper I let my ink spread
That flows and waters my barren land
Healing my heart's wounds only it , could understand
And slowly mending the broken me of yesterday .
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Swords made of Words
PoetryOne single word can change a lot of things. One single word can be lost in the dark or bring a new ray of sunshine in someone's life. One single word can be as powerful as a sword ; hurt or comfort you by pushing your fears and darkness away. One si...
