Unseen joy..

tears –
my joy;
it falls unseen
on my dark mirror;
blind.


The poetry form is the Elfje, which originated in The Netherlands. It is a poem with eleven words spread over five lines. More details on the poem’s specific structure here.


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(June 06th, 2012)

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.

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