Pull the sheet over my head;
and let me rest here.
I peeled my face off the mirror
and threw the crimson stone
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A nice write... Keep it up... Read my poem In the mid of the night depression you are killing me too.. Naila
First morning rays gently touch mind and body. Soul gets enlightenment. Self awakening is definitely and beautifully penned. An amazing sharing is dine...10
A great write delicately expressing inner pain. Lovely to read your work Lily.