Oh! I'm sorry! I'm not thinker as you said; my friends
I'm not a philosopher; not a writer
great or small as you said
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Love is one kind of madness of mind where emotion works without conscience! ! ! !
A powerful write on love and self discovery. Thought provoking. My love does not know how to divide and hate creations...a wonderful line that should be imbibed in mind and put to heart.
By which i'm created! ! ! Identification. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
too long a poetry for me I read lines 19 only but ur special friend so I shall come back again as I'm mad! Street Mad! AND STRAK MAD SINCE BIRTH I NEVER FOLLOW THE RIVER BUT ALWAYS GO UPSTREAM JUST TO DRAW ATTENTION AND SCREAM I know not poetry nor swimming come garland me I am anchoring to the bottom But I see a bottomless sea come salvage me if you please God is winking at me come over son Even I am lonely here hold my invisible hand if you can see at least feel me I am ye
Varieties feelings of love is the mental conditions of self and the outspoken expression of God!