“We are artists,
That was lost in this cruel world
But never lost with words
Tears were drained,
But never our ink
Crumpled life,
But not our papers
Silent lips,
But never our hands
Pictures will fade,
But never in our memories
And we are artists
The weaver of words.”
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ПоезіяCompilation of my self-written poems, proses and one liners. -Aliah Rodelas
