Being a poet is not that easy but what makes it easy is when you love poetry..introvert that doesn't know exists among extroverts...
once a story was told
a dilema of my inspiration
suffocating deep with desires
devoted wth dire believer
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im from far in lands of wonderless
the day gloomed wth sun light
enduring the warmth in my heart
i swept dust on my feet
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beauty inside
she who secrifice her life for your living
she who shed a tear to show love
her smile forever glued on her face.
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i describe it in a different way
but my heart opposes.
i try by all means but its in the way i lough.
he smiles
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Deep in congestion of love,
Had been from thornylands, had believed I had half of my heart
and so not ever to be concidered in adorance.
Nevertheless shall it bring you whom I cry when memories fly, I recalled,
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