The InkDiary

A story of hearts did a poet once weave, Two hearts together, under the same roof did rhythemically beat, Playing the tones of innocent lo...

Embossed fonts chizzeled over a seemingly infinite base, Rubbing my hands through all the patterned gales. Addicted to the rhythemic movem...

When a hug is what you need, Go, visit the natural breeze And yes your thirst will it heal! Just close your eyes and breath, And the mot...

Shining dimonds on a vast floor, As if toppled upside down, But not yet off their bore. Dropping shine over the light-scorched houses ash...

Then ... Then did I have unburdened eyes, But fortunately no burden of teary lies . Then did I have arms for the warmest hugs But not a...

When standing alone in the beach did not seem lonely, When salty water did not mean tears only When worries, fears and solitude were los...