Confession of a scribe (Poems)

L. A. Ruel 4 stories

Summary

When words play arround your head and you can not shake them off and you spat them out. No it is not called insanity it is called poetry. Heart is beating, ears are humming, mind's composing, hands are writing And I can see the silver lining When the words I set on paper All have meaning and are rhyming