" we are the masters of unsaid words but slaves of those who let slip out " .
Poetry beholds tempestuous emotions, brooding desires that humans find it difficult to express.
" we are the masters of unsaid words but slaves of those who let slip out " .
Poetry beholds tempestuous emotions, brooding desires that humans find it difficult to express.
Poems that twine thread around the broken bits of a soul, that fling umbrella lips into beaming buckets and kind of just make you want to say, "life is beautiful, isn't it?" - a totally unbiased revi...