Where are you?
where are you?
i call you
recall you
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Poetry sprouts from heart when it cries when it shouts when it cheers when it reflects with omnipotent objects. But i call you i recall you where you are?
'' i call you my tears'' yes! tears are our real comforter! we should all invoke the tear, a very nice poem, i enjoyed it fully.
I wish u go on and on............where r u? ....................hope read mine too....
I wish to wander like a nomad in my own lorn-meadows/ A good poem! ! !
A strong cry for help, of a desired love.