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" Success From Small Failures " By Jacky Kapadia
From fragile starts and uncertain ground,
Where quiet doubts and fears are found,
Each stumble plants a hidden seed,
That grows through patience, will, and need.
The smallest fall, a lesson dressed,
In trials where courage is quietly pressed,
For every misstep lights the way,
Toward wiser steps another day.
No towering dream is built in haste,
Nor effort ever truly waste,
Each failure shapes the path ahead,
By truths that only loss has said.
So rise again, let strength prevail,
Let hope outshine each seeming fail,
For success is carved, steady and true,
From all the times you started anew.
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#SuccessMindset, #GrowthMindset, #MotivationDaily, #Inspiration, #NeverGiveUp, #FailureToSuccess, #SuccessJourney, #EntrepreneurLife, #SelfGrowth, #PositiveVibes, #MindsetMatters, #DreamBig, #StayFocused, #KeepGoing, #BelieveInYourself, #PersonalDevelopment, #SuccessQuotes, #MotivationalQuotes, #LifeLessons, #AchieveGreatness
" Success From Small Failures " By Jacky KapadiaFrom fragile starts and uncertain ground,Where quiet doubts and fears are found,Each stumble plants a hidden seed,That grows through patience, will, and need.The smallest fall, a lesson dressed,In trials where courage is quietly pressed,For every misstep lights the way,Toward wiser steps another day.No towering dream is built in haste,Nor effort ever truly waste,Each failure shapes the path ahead,By truths that only loss has said.So rise again, let strength prevail,Let hope outshine each seeming fail,For success is carved, steady and true,From all the times you started anew.==================END=================== #SuccessMindset, #GrowthMindset, #MotivationDaily, #Inspiration, #NeverGiveUp, #FailureToSuccess, #SuccessJourney, #EntrepreneurLife, #SelfGrowth, #PositiveVibes, #MindsetMatters, #DreamBig, #StayFocused, #KeepGoing, #BelieveInYourself, #PersonalDevelopment, #SuccessQuotes, #MotivationalQuotes, #LifeLessons, #AchieveGreatness0 Comments 0 Shares 955 Views 0 ReviewsPlease log in to like, share and comment! -
" Redacted Histories " By Jacky Kapadia
In margins carved by cautious hands, truth sleeps in veiled restraint,
A ledger inked with absences, where silence poses faint;
The parchment bears the ghost of words that dared not linger long,
Each line a wound half-stitched in time, each gap a muted song.
Beneath the seal of sanctioned eyes, the past is trimmed and dressed,
Adorned in curated memory, its edges dispossessed;
What lingers is a polished tale, compliant and refined,
While shadows keep the fragments lost, the truths we’re trained to blind.
Yet whispers travel through the cracks where ink could not contain,
In echoes of the unrecorded, in residues of pain;
For history resists the blade that seeks to shape its frame,
And breathes within the footnotes none were meant to name.
So let us read between the lines, where absence speaks aloud,
And gather all the scattered truths denied a rightful shroud;
For every redacted memory still trembles to be known,
A testament that truth endures, though never fully shown.
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#RedactedHistories, #HiddenTruths, #UntoldStories, #SecretArchives, #LostNarratives, #HistoryUncovered, #TruthRevealed, #DarkHistory, #ForgottenVoices, #BuriedPast, #HistoricalSecrets, #UnseenHistory, #HiddenRecords, #TruthMatters, #RevealTheTruth, #DeepHistory, #PastUnveiled, #MysteryOfHistory, #EchoesOfThePast, #TruthSeekers" Redacted Histories " By Jacky Kapadia In margins carved by cautious hands, truth sleeps in veiled restraint, A ledger inked with absences, where silence poses faint; The parchment bears the ghost of words that dared not linger long, Each line a wound half-stitched in time, each gap a muted song. Beneath the seal of sanctioned eyes, the past is trimmed and dressed, Adorned in curated memory, its edges dispossessed; What lingers is a polished tale, compliant and refined, While shadows keep the fragments lost, the truths we’re trained to blind. Yet whispers travel through the cracks where ink could not contain, In echoes of the unrecorded, in residues of pain; For history resists the blade that seeks to shape its frame, And breathes within the footnotes none were meant to name. So let us read between the lines, where absence speaks aloud, And gather all the scattered truths denied a rightful shroud; For every redacted memory still trembles to be known, A testament that truth endures, though never fully shown. ==================END=================== #RedactedHistories, #HiddenTruths, #UntoldStories, #SecretArchives, #LostNarratives, #HistoryUncovered, #TruthRevealed, #DarkHistory, #ForgottenVoices, #BuriedPast, #HistoricalSecrets, #UnseenHistory, #HiddenRecords, #TruthMatters, #RevealTheTruth, #DeepHistory, #PastUnveiled, #MysteryOfHistory, #EchoesOfThePast, #TruthSeekers0 Comments 0 Shares 943 Views 0 Reviews -
" The Collage of Disappearance " By Jacky Kapadia
In quiet corners where memories fray,
A thousand fragments drift away,
Like photographs with edges torn,
Of moments lived, now overborne.
The colors fade from what once shone bright,
Soft echoes swallowed by endless night,
Each piece misplaced, yet softly remains,
In whispered thoughts and silent refrains.
A face half-formed in the mind’s retreat,
Familiar shadows we cannot meet,
They linger still in blurred design,
A fading echo of space and time.
Yet in this loss, a strange art appears,
A mosaic shaped by absent years,
For what is gone still leaves a trace—
A haunting, beautiful, empty space.
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#PoetryLovers, #CreativeWriting, #ModernPoetry, #ArtOfWords, #PoemOfTheDay, #LiteraryArt, #EmotionalPoetry, #AbstractPoetry, #SoulfulWriting, #WritersCommunity, #PoetryInspiration, #DeepThoughts, #MindfulWriting, #PoetryGram, #WritersOfInstagram, #CreativeExpression, #PoetryAddict, #ArtisticVoice, #InspiringWords, #LiteraryCreatives
" The Collage of Disappearance " By Jacky KapadiaIn quiet corners where memories fray,A thousand fragments drift away,Like photographs with edges torn,Of moments lived, now overborne.The colors fade from what once shone bright,Soft echoes swallowed by endless night,Each piece misplaced, yet softly remains,In whispered thoughts and silent refrains.A face half-formed in the mind’s retreat,Familiar shadows we cannot meet,They linger still in blurred design,A fading echo of space and time.Yet in this loss, a strange art appears,A mosaic shaped by absent years,For what is gone still leaves a trace—A haunting, beautiful, empty space.==================END=================== #PoetryLovers, #CreativeWriting, #ModernPoetry, #ArtOfWords, #PoemOfTheDay, #LiteraryArt, #EmotionalPoetry, #AbstractPoetry, #SoulfulWriting, #WritersCommunity, #PoetryInspiration, #DeepThoughts, #MindfulWriting, #PoetryGram, #WritersOfInstagram, #CreativeExpression, #PoetryAddict, #ArtisticVoice, #InspiringWords, #LiteraryCreatives0 Comments 0 Shares 991 Views 0 Reviews -
" Relearning the Old Songs " By Jacky Kapadia
In quiet rooms where echoes gently stay,
I trace the notes that time had brushed aside,
Each melody once lost now finds its way,
Through whispered chords where memory will reside.
The verses hum of days both bright and worn,
Of laughter stitched within familiar lines,
A softer truth in every phrase reborn,
Where past and present tenderly entwine.
My voice, unsure, relearns its ancient art,
Each pause a bridge between the then and now,
The old songs mend the fractures of the heart,
With simple grace no fleeting trends allow.
And as I sing what once I left behind,
I find myself in every sacred rhyme.
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#PoetryCommunity, #PoetryLovers, #PoemOfTheDay, #CreativeWriting, #WritingCommunity, #ModernPoetry, #SpokenWordPoetry, #LiteraryArt, #PoetryInspiration, #SoulfulWriting, #EmotionalPoetry, #ClassicVibes, #Nostalgia, #OldSongs, #TimelessArt, #ArtOfWords, #WritersOfFacebook, #InstaPoetry, #PoetryLife, #DeepThoughts, #MindfulWriting, #HealingThroughWords, #ArtisticExpression, #CreativeMind, #PoetryGram" Relearning the Old Songs " By Jacky Kapadia In quiet rooms where echoes gently stay, I trace the notes that time had brushed aside, Each melody once lost now finds its way, Through whispered chords where memory will reside. The verses hum of days both bright and worn, Of laughter stitched within familiar lines, A softer truth in every phrase reborn, Where past and present tenderly entwine. My voice, unsure, relearns its ancient art, Each pause a bridge between the then and now, The old songs mend the fractures of the heart, With simple grace no fleeting trends allow. And as I sing what once I left behind, I find myself in every sacred rhyme. ==================END=================== #PoetryCommunity, #PoetryLovers, #PoemOfTheDay, #CreativeWriting, #WritingCommunity, #ModernPoetry, #SpokenWordPoetry, #LiteraryArt, #PoetryInspiration, #SoulfulWriting, #EmotionalPoetry, #ClassicVibes, #Nostalgia, #OldSongs, #TimelessArt, #ArtOfWords, #WritersOfFacebook, #InstaPoetry, #PoetryLife, #DeepThoughts, #MindfulWriting, #HealingThroughWords, #ArtisticExpression, #CreativeMind, #PoetryGram0 Comments 0 Shares 2K Views 0 Reviews -
" After the Fever, the Long Quiet " By Jacky Kapadia
After the fever broke, the room grew wide,
A hush like snowfall settled deep inside;
The clock resumed its patient, measured art,
Each second stitching calm into the heart.The body, once a battlefield of flame,
Now learned the gentler discipline of name—
Of breath, of light that slips through half-drawn shade,
Of fragile strength so quietly remade.Outside, the world had not been torn apart;
It waited, distant, like a cautious start.
A sparrow’s call, a drifting cloud made clear
That life returns in whispers, not in cheer.And in that quiet, something soft took hold—
A wiser pulse beneath the ashes cold;
Not as before, but steadier, more true:
A self restored, yet somehow born anew.
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#Poetry, #Poem, #PoetryCommunity, #PoetryLovers, #PoetryOfTheDay, #WritersOfFacebook, #CreativeWriting, #SpokenWord, #HealingPoetry, #MentalHealthAwareness, #InnerPeace, #RecoveryJourney, #EmotionalHealing, #SelfReflection, #Mindfulness, #CalmMind, #LifeAfterStorm, #StrengthWithin, #Resilience, #SoulWriting, #DeepThoughts, #Inspiration, #Motivation, #LiteraryArt, #ModernPoetry" After the Fever, the Long Quiet " By Jacky Kapadia After the fever broke, the room grew wide, A hush like snowfall settled deep inside; The clock resumed its patient, measured art, Each second stitching calm into the heart.The body, once a battlefield of flame, Now learned the gentler discipline of name— Of breath, of light that slips through half-drawn shade, Of fragile strength so quietly remade.Outside, the world had not been torn apart; It waited, distant, like a cautious start. A sparrow’s call, a drifting cloud made clear That life returns in whispers, not in cheer.And in that quiet, something soft took hold— A wiser pulse beneath the ashes cold; Not as before, but steadier, more true: A self restored, yet somehow born anew. ==================END=================== #Poetry, #Poem, #PoetryCommunity, #PoetryLovers, #PoetryOfTheDay, #WritersOfFacebook, #CreativeWriting, #SpokenWord, #HealingPoetry, #MentalHealthAwareness, #InnerPeace, #RecoveryJourney, #EmotionalHealing, #SelfReflection, #Mindfulness, #CalmMind, #LifeAfterStorm, #StrengthWithin, #Resilience, #SoulWriting, #DeepThoughts, #Inspiration, #Motivation, #LiteraryArt, #ModernPoetry0 Comments 0 Shares 2K Views 0 Reviews -
" After the Fever, the Long Quiet " By Jacky Kapadia
After the fever, the long quiet comes,
A hush that settles in bone and breath;
The body, once a battleground of drums,
Now learns the softer grammar after death—
Not death of life, but of the burning flare,
The restless pulse that would not be denied;
In stillness now, a fragile kind of care
Unfolds where all the former storms have died.
The air feels wider, time begins to slow,
Each second placed with deliberate grace;
A tender strength begins at last to grow,
Replacing haste with calm, replacing chase.
And in that quiet, something deep takes root—
A wiser rhythm, patient and aware;
For what survives the fire is often mute,
Yet speaks in peace no fever could declare.
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#AfterTheFever, #LongQuiet, #HealingJourney, #RecoveryMode, #MindfulLiving, #InnerPeace, #WellnessRecovery, #EmotionalHealing, #CalmAfterStorm, #MentalWellbeing, #SelfCareMatters, #PeacefulMind, #HealingEnergy, #LifeAfterIllness, #RestAndRecover, #QuietMoments, #HolisticHealth, #WellnessLifestyle, #BalanceInLife, #SerenityNow, #MindBodySoul, #StressRelief, #PositiveHealing, #InnerStrength, #TranquilLife" After the Fever, the Long Quiet " By Jacky Kapadia After the fever, the long quiet comes, A hush that settles in bone and breath; The body, once a battleground of drums, Now learns the softer grammar after death— Not death of life, but of the burning flare, The restless pulse that would not be denied; In stillness now, a fragile kind of care Unfolds where all the former storms have died. The air feels wider, time begins to slow, Each second placed with deliberate grace; A tender strength begins at last to grow, Replacing haste with calm, replacing chase. And in that quiet, something deep takes root— A wiser rhythm, patient and aware; For what survives the fire is often mute, Yet speaks in peace no fever could declare. ==================END=================== #AfterTheFever, #LongQuiet, #HealingJourney, #RecoveryMode, #MindfulLiving, #InnerPeace, #WellnessRecovery, #EmotionalHealing, #CalmAfterStorm, #MentalWellbeing, #SelfCareMatters, #PeacefulMind, #HealingEnergy, #LifeAfterIllness, #RestAndRecover, #QuietMoments, #HolisticHealth, #WellnessLifestyle, #BalanceInLife, #SerenityNow, #MindBodySoul, #StressRelief, #PositiveHealing, #InnerStrength, #TranquilLife0 Comments 0 Shares 2K Views 0 Reviews -
" The Land Remembers Before I Do " By Jacky Kapadia
Before my thoughts can gather into name,
the soil has traced the story of my feet;
it knows the weight I carry, where I came,
and folds my wandering back into its beat.
The wind repeats what silence cannot keep,
in dialects of dust and bending grain;
it reads the vows I buried far too deep,
and lifts them gently, whispering again.
Each stone records the hours I never claimed,
the paths I left unwalked, yet still were mine;
in roots and rivers, nothing goes unnamed—
time writes in earth a more enduring line.
So when I pause, unsure of who I’ve been,
the land speaks first, in truths both old and true:
you were always written here, within—
the land remembers, long before you do.
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#PremiumPoetry, #ElitePoetry, #PoetryLovers, #SoulfulPoetry, #DeepPoetry, #MeaningfulWords, #LiteraryArt, #ModernPoets, #PoetryCommunity, #WritersOfInstagram, #InstaPoetry, #PoetryDaily, #PoemOfTheDay, #EarthPoetry, #NatureInspired, #LandAndSoul, #RootsAndIdentity, #TimelessWords, #EmotionalDepth, #PhilosophicalPoetry, #MindfulWriting, #CreativeExpression, #ArtOfWords, #PoetryGram, #ViralPoetry, #ExplorePoetry, #LuxuryContent, #PremiumContent, #HighValueContent
" The Land Remembers Before I Do " By Jacky KapadiaBefore my thoughts can gather into name,the soil has traced the story of my feet;it knows the weight I carry, where I came,and folds my wandering back into its beat.The wind repeats what silence cannot keep,in dialects of dust and bending grain;it reads the vows I buried far too deep,and lifts them gently, whispering again.Each stone records the hours I never claimed,the paths I left unwalked, yet still were mine;in roots and rivers, nothing goes unnamed—time writes in earth a more enduring line.So when I pause, unsure of who I’ve been,the land speaks first, in truths both old and true:you were always written here, within—the land remembers, long before you do.==================END===================#PremiumPoetry, #ElitePoetry, #PoetryLovers, #SoulfulPoetry, #DeepPoetry, #MeaningfulWords, #LiteraryArt, #ModernPoets, #PoetryCommunity, #WritersOfInstagram, #InstaPoetry, #PoetryDaily, #PoemOfTheDay, #EarthPoetry, #NatureInspired, #LandAndSoul, #RootsAndIdentity, #TimelessWords, #EmotionalDepth, #PhilosophicalPoetry, #MindfulWriting, #CreativeExpression, #ArtOfWords, #PoetryGram, #ViralPoetry, #ExplorePoetry, #LuxuryContent, #PremiumContent, #HighValueContent0 Comments 0 Shares 3K Views 0 Reviews -
" Archives of the Unspoken " By Jacky Kapadia
In silent vaults where hidden whispers sleep,
Lie words unformed, too fragile yet to rise,
A thousand thoughts the restless heart must keep,
Bound in the quiet behind watchful eyes.
They drift like shadows through the halls of mind,
Unwritten letters fading into air,
Echoes of truths we feared we’d never find,
And dreams once held but vanished in despair.
Each pause, each glance, a story left untold,
A fragile thread of meaning lost in time,
Emotions caged in chambers dark and cold,
Where muted voices fail to form their rhyme.
Yet in these depths, a quiet strength remains,
A spark awaiting courage to be freed,
For even silence carries hidden chains,
And unspoken words still plant a seed.
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#ArchivesOfTheUnspoken, #PoetryCommunity, #SpokenWordPoetry, #DeepPoetry, #SoulfulWriting, #EmotionalPoetry, #PoetryLovers, #ModernPoetry, #CreativeWriting, #WritersOfInstagram, #PoetryOfTheDay, #InstaPoetry, #LiteraryArt, #PoeticExpression, #ArtOfWords, #ThoughtProvoking, #MindfulWriting, #PoetryInspiration, #SilentThoughts, #UnspokenWords" Archives of the Unspoken " By Jacky Kapadia In silent vaults where hidden whispers sleep, Lie words unformed, too fragile yet to rise, A thousand thoughts the restless heart must keep, Bound in the quiet behind watchful eyes. They drift like shadows through the halls of mind, Unwritten letters fading into air, Echoes of truths we feared we’d never find, And dreams once held but vanished in despair. Each pause, each glance, a story left untold, A fragile thread of meaning lost in time, Emotions caged in chambers dark and cold, Where muted voices fail to form their rhyme. Yet in these depths, a quiet strength remains, A spark awaiting courage to be freed, For even silence carries hidden chains, And unspoken words still plant a seed. ==================END=================== #ArchivesOfTheUnspoken, #PoetryCommunity, #SpokenWordPoetry, #DeepPoetry, #SoulfulWriting, #EmotionalPoetry, #PoetryLovers, #ModernPoetry, #CreativeWriting, #WritersOfInstagram, #PoetryOfTheDay, #InstaPoetry, #LiteraryArt, #PoeticExpression, #ArtOfWords, #ThoughtProvoking, #MindfulWriting, #PoetryInspiration, #SilentThoughts, #UnspokenWords0 Comments 0 Shares 2K Views 0 Reviews -
" The Land Remembers Before I Do " By Jacky Kapadia
Before my feet recall the ancient way,
The soil has traced each step I’ve yet to take;
It hums of paths I wandered yesterday,
In roots and winds that never truly wake.
The hills recite the echoes of my name,
Long whispered through the corridors of time;
Their silence holds a deeper, older claim,
A memory more patient than my mind.
The rivers bend as if they’ve known my course,
Reflecting lives I’ve lived but can’t retrieve;
They carry truths with quiet, steady force,
Of all I’ve been, though I have yet to believe.
And when I stand, uncertain, newly grown,
The land assures me I am not alone.
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#Poetry, #ModernPoetry, #PoemOfTheDay, #WritersOfInstagram, #PoetryCommunity, #CreativeWriting, #SpokenWord, #PoetryLovers, #LiteraryArt, #NaturePoetry, #DeepThoughts, #EmotionalWriting, #SoulfulWords, #PoeticExpression, #WritersLife, #InspirationDaily, #ArtOfWords, #MindfulWriting, #PhilosophicalPoetry, #NatureLovers, #EarthConnection, #TimelessWords, #PoetryGram, #WritingInspiration, #CreativeMind
" The Land Remembers Before I Do " By Jacky Kapadia Before my feet recall the ancient way, The soil has traced each step I’ve yet to take; It hums of paths I wandered yesterday, In roots and winds that never truly wake. The hills recite the echoes of my name, Long whispered through the corridors of time; Their silence holds a deeper, older claim, A memory more patient than my mind. The rivers bend as if they’ve known my course, Reflecting lives I’ve lived but can’t retrieve; They carry truths with quiet, steady force, Of all I’ve been, though I have yet to believe. And when I stand, uncertain, newly grown, The land assures me I am not alone. ==================END=================== #Poetry, #ModernPoetry, #PoemOfTheDay, #WritersOfInstagram, #PoetryCommunity, #CreativeWriting, #SpokenWord, #PoetryLovers, #LiteraryArt, #NaturePoetry, #DeepThoughts, #EmotionalWriting, #SoulfulWords, #PoeticExpression, #WritersLife, #InspirationDaily, #ArtOfWords, #MindfulWriting, #PhilosophicalPoetry, #NatureLovers, #EarthConnection, #TimelessWords, #PoetryGram, #WritingInspiration, #CreativeMind0 Comments 0 Shares 2K Views 0 Reviews1
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" Queering the Wilderness " By Jacky Kapadia
In untamed woods where silence used to reign,
New colors bloom beyond the narrow frame,
The rivers hum in fluid, shifting tones,
A place where none must wander all alone.
The mountains shed their rigid, ancient lines,
Reshaped by truths too long denied by time,
Each breeze now carries stories once concealed,
Of hearts unbound, of identities revealed.
The forest floor no longer asks for names,
It welcomes every spark, rejects no flame,
In tangled roots, diversity takes hold,
A living tale no single voice has told.
So let the wild be queered in vibrant grace,
A boundless, sacred, ever-changing space,
Where difference thrives, and every soul can be,
As vast, as fierce, as nature dares to see.
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#QueeringTheWilderness, #QueerArt, #PrideExpression, #InclusiveVoices, #DiversityInNature, #QueerCreativity, #IdentityMatters, #LoveIsLove, #PrideInNature, #PoetryCommunity, #SpokenWordPoetry, #CreativeWriting, #ArtOfExpression, #EqualityForAll, #HumanRightsMatter, #RainbowVoices, #AuthenticSelf, #FreedomToBe, #ModernPoetry, #ViralPoetry, #WritersOfInstagram, #PoetryLovers, #InstaPoet, #PoetryOfTheDay
" Queering the Wilderness " By Jacky Kapadia In untamed woods where silence used to reign, New colors bloom beyond the narrow frame, The rivers hum in fluid, shifting tones, A place where none must wander all alone. The mountains shed their rigid, ancient lines, Reshaped by truths too long denied by time, Each breeze now carries stories once concealed, Of hearts unbound, of identities revealed. The forest floor no longer asks for names, It welcomes every spark, rejects no flame, In tangled roots, diversity takes hold, A living tale no single voice has told. So let the wild be queered in vibrant grace, A boundless, sacred, ever-changing space, Where difference thrives, and every soul can be, As vast, as fierce, as nature dares to see. ==================END=================== #QueeringTheWilderness, #QueerArt, #PrideExpression, #InclusiveVoices, #DiversityInNature, #QueerCreativity, #IdentityMatters, #LoveIsLove, #PrideInNature, #PoetryCommunity, #SpokenWordPoetry, #CreativeWriting, #ArtOfExpression, #EqualityForAll, #HumanRightsMatter, #RainbowVoices, #AuthenticSelf, #FreedomToBe, #ModernPoetry, #ViralPoetry, #WritersOfInstagram, #PoetryLovers, #InstaPoet, #PoetryOfTheDay0 Comments 0 Shares 3K Views 0 Reviews