The gentle brushing by those hands across the forehead Lost its guard. The dreamy voice of the loved ones Broke its seemingly eternal shield. The sounds of those familiar tones Had their armours cracked. As I painfully kept the shovel besides the grave of the human touch. Yes. The ever deep grave of the human... Continue Reading →

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Poems and Short Stories

Poetry, Fiction, and Various Creative Writng, by Sanya Walma

the act of naming things


Merciless ramblings telling thespian anecdotes through my storybook of musings

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