Letters, to words, to lines.
Words weaved together,
then there is magic in it.
I've penned a number of poems.
Out of sorrow, joy, anguish.
Some, even for the sake of words.
Just the same, to weave words
is bliss.
My Nook
- Traveller
- I've always wanted to write a blog but being self-conscious always won over. Now I'm actually doing it and it feels liberating.
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