need improvement? Her gentle words were spoken like
the fresh and quiet breath of heaven
Washing from a withered earth
the dead and vanquished senses.
From her sweetness flowed the river
That ran again in me, from the dead
and frozen waste in my disheveled soul
Her voice alone awakened.
As her...
write a nonfiction? a story in poetic verse that my heart wants to tell but people are telling me that it's a joke because i haven't lived long enough to write a nonfiction on my life. IT's more like a short stories about my struggles. Would you read it if I wrote it? any encouraging words guys...
