gabriela your hands are too small to hold the whole world in them too small to carry the wishes of all the ones who go to sleep and wake up hoping their life will change your hands are too small to hold the hunger of the orphans their yearning and silent cries that ears of modern,… Continue reading hands
Category: Poetry
Poems I write
unavoidable despair
Unavoidable Despair reach the mountain top to find nothing there
weaving
It takes a million years and a million threads to weave the person that stands here today filled to the brim with memories, dreams, love, despair each thread is a story in the making none of which has their end they tie themselves in knots on which you choke as you walk don't try to… Continue reading weaving
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