Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Sometimes

Sometimes, the only one in the whole world who knows exactly how you feel
is a piece of poetry buried deep inside some book.

3 comments:

Z said...

yIt feels like that, yes. Although, the older I become, the closer I feel to my brothers and sisters under the skin.

How do we know said...

hmm.. maybe, that will happen to me too..

Anonymous said...

And sometimes I feel the same while reading your poetry :)
Revisiting your blog after a long time and couldn't resist writing.
Best,
A