Hymn to the Heart

i plucked all my thornsthe flowers bloomed from my scarsi collected the red ink dripping from my pricked fingersand wrote a hymn to my heartthe one who has seen it allthe one who knows it allThis little book is an ode to all the dreaming souls who found their solace in ink stained sheets. A collection of the whirlwind of her love laugh pain hurting sorrows of her past years her happiness and tears in shape of words. All the unsung emotions she pourd on a paper.this little book is her heart hold ...See More