Her life was quiet.
Bewildered with desolation and
wandering through the abandoned ruins of memories and unforgiven mistakes.
Looking at the ruins of herself.
Unaware of the change in her strong, beautiful soul.
JE LEEST
A Weed Surrounded By Flowers
PoëzieThrough poetry she felt the weight on her shoulders slowly fade as her thoughts and emotions went from her heart and swayed through the pen to the paper. Her life full of poems waiting to be written and read. She will no longer be silent, and this i...
