Poems from detehbe

The frick collection
Sitting in the garden, Among the masterpieces of great artists, There is a feeling of a new beginning. The garden, itself presents a...
Her
I see her every day Waking up with her tired body But empowered with the mind To go and look for the daily bread Exhausted, fed up with...
why do I write
I write because, The emotions need to be  let out. My pen let me say what not to be said. I write because, Words took the place of our...