WordsA Poem by IndaThis is what i feel sometimes when i write.Words
empty, closing no doors, forgotten easily. Scattered around, quiet, making no sound. Devoid of meaning, feeling. Filling the page, showing no fear, sadness or rage. Helping no one at all, rising without risking a fall. Colorless, odorless. A bunch of words you cannot collect, words one easily forgets. Saying nothing, no agenda to condemn. Words on a page, because that’s where I want them. © 2013 IndaReviews
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Added on January 17, 2013Last Updated on January 17, 2013 |

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