Veida Silva

“You write poems with your fingertips
And I keep listening to the songs written on my skin
By some distant dream, similar words
But the verses never meet...”
― Sanhita Baruah, The Farewell and other poems

“You were the poem I never knew how to write because no words could describe the wind you cannot see, but feel.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“It's strange how many ways there are to miss someone. You miss the things they did and who they were, but you also miss who you were to them. The way everything you said and did was beautiful or entertaining or important. How much you mattered.”
― Robin Roe, A List of Cages

“A single poem
is worth a hundred
cozy winter nights
kind words
and healed wounds.”
― Sanober Khan