Sometimes
I miss my pen and paper
miss the way
it feels to bleed
onto page
through ink and lead
letters reflect
just how one feels
the proof on script
old poets
healed.
Sometimes
I miss my pen and paper
miss the way
it feels to bleed
onto page
through ink and lead
letters reflect
just how one feels
the proof on script
old poets
healed.
Musings and books from a grunty overthinker
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
Poetic Armour of Genres
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This is Your Quest - Your Mission to Find Happiness
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