Poem 1:Hiding

A four word stanza covers a hundred stories,
Whether of a player, a writer or a worker of quarries.
It folds as it rhymes,
Living forever with time.
A poetry is what your heart wants to shout,
What is bottled up inside what needs to be swept out.
Something burried,
Some problems some worries.
A necklace of words, a feeling an art.
Scripted hereby with pain.
Scripted by a broken heart....

Amazing cover by @wallflower_r❤❤❤