Whence he came; clouds or seas; Into the dust his soul shall freeze. Whence he came; clouds or seas; Into the dust his soul shall freeze.

At the end of your poetry, I always end up resting at your initials offering you my heart. At the end of your poetry, I always end up resting at your initials offering ...

Each word holds a thousand stories... Thousand nights and countless memories..... Each word holds a thousand stories... Thousand nights and countless memories....

Even if the ink dries up, no way words can dry up from my soul. Even if the ink dries up, no way words can dry up from my soul.

Poem talks about the power words have,it's utilisation in the correct time and place is very importa... Poem talks about the power words have,it's utilisation in the correct time and p...

The power of tongue is priceless. The power of tongue is priceless.