Ina does it again!
Poems should be sad
with no happy ending;
dark, moving straight forward
deep into the soul
where pain hides,
where truth lies
there they must enter,
twist and turn,
nestle, build a home
and never get out.
Ina does it again!
Poems should be sad
with no happy ending;
dark, moving straight forward
deep into the soul
where pain hides,
where truth lies
there they must enter,
twist and turn,
nestle, build a home
and never get out.
Thank you Michael 🙂
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