In the veins of poets flows ink, with which they create words for eternity. When they die a part of their souls will still stay alive in their poetry.
DANIELA SENICKI was not always strong. But I was always brave. And to be brave is strong enough.
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She plucked a feather from her magnificent wings and dipped it in ink. She wrote poems bled from her scars guided straight from the depths of her heart.
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Poetry has its own language which can only be understood, when you read it with your heart and feel it within your soul.
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Seduce my mind find my soul before your hands touch me.
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Destiny broke her, but poetry saved her.
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Plant seeds of hope in the cracks of your broken heart, with a little bit of patience it will soon begin to bloom again.
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Tonight skin on skin is not close enough. I want to feel you deep within.
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I was not always strong. But I was always brave. And to be brave is strong enough.
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We all deserve to find that one special person, who sees and feels the rarity of our souls.
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They fell for her poetry But ran from her chaos.
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She was poetry for a man who wasn’t able to feel her words.
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LISTEN and SILENT have the same letters. It means, when someone is SILENT then LISTEN, for silence speaks volumes.
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I turned my scars into wisdom, and my past into lessons learnt.
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Sometimes I write Because I don’t know what I’m feeling deep inside, or because I feel too many different feelings at the same time. And if I read it then it may make sense and will help me understand, what’s going on in my heart and head.
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Healing is like dealing with the moods of the moon. Somedays you feel the pain at its fullest and you don’t know how to make it through it, and other days it feels a little bit more bearable.
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True love should give you the taste of sugar on your lips, and not the salty aftertaste of tears.
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