My heart is not my heart anymore
I left it in the pulpit, wiggling red like jelly.
In a pilgrim's silence, the walls of
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A refined poetic imagination, Rose F. M. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
I died for sometime in the nightmares that haunted me.I was raging with the moon in every fortnight..LOrd. a very nice poem which ends up in prayer and hope....... thank u very much dear poet. tony
A nice write.... Lovely expression....10 +++..... I would like you read my poem In the mid of the night depression you are killing me too... Naila