Consoling words are only plausible; for when the hatred willingly overpowers the loving words, the smile becomes tainted, a mirage again…
Written for
Three Word Wednesday, #222 – Willing, Plausible, Taint
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.