Poems come from a deep tunnel of emotions: tears, joy and all life’s events. It reaches each chord of the heart and plays a well known tune to the brain. The blood carries it through in words, with years of speaking English, mixed as one.. Then the fingers places it in black and white as the brain translates the story of the heart.

To this, i’ll be posting some of my random poems I found on my phone #dontgoanywhere


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