poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
my modesty, my gratitude,built in your name,your image,you, who created a dream for me,who joined two lives together for me,you with your voice, across the phone in several tongues,bringing countries together,so I could understand, Ama,Grief cannot be a word to describe my punctured heart now,full, pulsating, You took me me from hell,and made me a […]