Poetry expresses my soul. It captures past, present and future moments. To me, words have a purity and richness which I have the highest respect for. They are one of the deepest forms of expression.
Words are empowerment, truth, sadness and glory. They are the colours which capture and paint the broad strokes of the world’s rainbows — both personal, inner rainbows and the more external, distant ones of the outer world.
- 12.10.23
- Poetic Soul
We have become undone. Unravelled. Scattered into small pieces. Desperate to remain untouched by the wind for fear that we
- 13.05.22
- Poetic Soul
The eye of her storm The centre of her soul the colours of her core cannot be silenced.
- 14.06.08
- Poetic Soul
you see her poverty as weakness,
without knowing that she
simply lacks the opportunity to grow...
- 27.08.03
- Poetic Soul
more than black and white
i want to feel your colours fall from my heart
roll down my cheeks...
