Dormant# daily prompt# season 3 #attempt 16
For poems are not mere words
That flow out just from nowhere
They are those feelings and emotions
That lie Dormant inside layers
Finding no other way to get expressed
They errupt and cover the paper
With ink of bleeding heart…
In hope to get cured
From pain of loneliness
Healing all those scars
Which were left behind
By those…
Who were supposed
To put some balm…
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Writing is cathartic indeed. Loved the poem as well as the pic!
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Thank You Shaloo 😊
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Beautiful ….love the way u composed it 😇
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Thank You Rohit 😊
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I relate to this in a personal level. This is such a beautiful way of putting it!!
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I’m glad you feel that way! Thank You 😊
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Last 4 lines!! ❤❤❤
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I know…thank you!
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Absolutely true, poetry is the balm that cures the soul and gives expression. Your choice of words simply captures what lies inside the heart and expressed so well.
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Thank You Vishal glad you find it so 😊
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So well expressed the suppressed, indescribable, hidden feelings, somehow made its way through layers of time and circumstances. The power of the ink and strokes!
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Thank You Miriam! We are blessed that atleast we can take help of our ink to express them…
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That’s true, and we are thankful for the freedom of doing so!
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Cheers for that ☺
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I’m thankful every day!
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Agreed indeed. Subconscious mind is dormant with thinest layer of conscious covering.
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Thank You! There is a whole world inside layers of our mind…
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True !😊
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This is aweome. I hope you could visit my site too and give feedback on how i can improve it. Thank you.
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Sure I will visit soon!
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