Fragments and pieces make up my soul
Why won't they mend and become whole
I look out the window to see lover's at play
This window will not open so in I must stay
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It's always nice to find your soul mate..a ten..
How many of us feel this way? I enjoyed your poem very much. Thanks you for directing me to it.
through the window in fading distance Clouds of dust, emerge for once echoes of words, whispers of love rising as footsteps of an approaching angel spread your arms, be ready to embrace hold it tight, hold it with grace your life, your love, all for you your room, your window, your space your poems speak DC, a language which only a few understand, I am trying too...