yaskhan/yassy in Poetry
A poet was born when the heart began to cry Embracing the page to scribble from nib's eye. Words drench the walls around the heart Flipping the bloodrate to a new start. The heart rushes to the tune of syllable, word Spilling like a rainbow into a colorful blur. Blossoms of the soul that unfurl Gift of scent unfolding into a whirl. Rhyme and rhythm begin to grow Verses with reason begin to flow. Poets understand poet's woes Like petals of a flower in motion heard. Cracks in the soul heal to forget A smile drowns all the regret. And the cry of the words not denied Tears of ink run down cheeks, now dried. Whispers of the soul now find their voice Thoughts that once bled speak a new rejoice.
Brave & Reckless 
This has cut some of your words of if I try and move it along it just scrolls me to the next persons piece.
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It is a reblog of Yassy’s writing. It looks okay on my computer screen but there may be formatting issues in smaller formats.
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I hope you did not mind me mentioning it.
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Not offended, just baffled about how to fix it as it looks fine from my end. And I am usually very careful to go back and make sure that the writers of the articles I reblog are clearly cited.
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I was not judging you, that is the last way I want to appear. I am nobody to judge.
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No worries, please. I appreciate you mentioning it. Hopefully WordPress was just being glitchy and it will all work itself out.
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It is a shame. Just thought I should let you know.
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I appreciate it, just don’t know how to fix it
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