Poetry Misplaced Posted on September 15, 2020by Kanika The chaotic silence buried underneath my heart, hushing the storms to simmer down has got long lost tales to tell. A poet has been dead since ages. Drowned missing her. The muse perished with it the intrinsic art. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Skype (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...