Hadil Diaf

Veteran Poet - 1,334 Points (2000 / Tizi Ouzou, Algeria)

Writer - Poem by Hadil Diaf

I will make of my skin a paper,
and with a knife I'll cut a vein,
so that with my own blood I'll write,
all where I've ever been
and immortalize my soul that's dying
and all the shouts I've never screamed

Topic(s) of this poem: writing


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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 20, 2016



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