Poetry
is
the language
of
the soul,
.
the heart,
its quill;
.
the thoughts,
its ink;
.
the mind,
its parchment.
Poetry
is
the language
of
the soul,
.
the heart,
its quill;
.
the thoughts,
its ink;
.
the mind,
its parchment.
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How very true and how beautifully written HA (the photo is also amazing) x
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thank you.. the idea just came to me and I ended up writing it down.. I’m glad you liked it. 🙂
(yes, sometimes people do not understand how much effort it takes to select a particular image out of the so many available on the web domain) 😀 thank you for acknowledging that as well.. 🙂
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