Hymn to the Heart

<p>i plucked all my thorns</p><p>the flowers bloomed from my scars</p><p>i collected the red ink dripping from&nbsp;</p><p>my pricked fingers</p><p>and wrote a hymn to my heart</p><p>the one who has seen it all</p><p>the one who knows it all</p><p>This 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.</p><p>this little book is her heart hold it with care it has a lot to give</p>