My Poetry Now, being scared, I'm starting to break the layers. Within each layer, There are reports of your presence. Just do not look like you , One of you, flying sensation, Whenever you have voiced

My Poetry Image Source - Pixabay If the words were physical So it would not be difficult to say That trusted dictionary The most damaged word is Although, most use of trust Words to be done Change in both

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My Poetry From the glimpse of memories I have come to the moon, Saving your moonlight with care, A white particle dispersed Countless rays Removing milky light All corners of the heart, I can see myself,

My Poetry This evening, this loneliness, Is getting in sky Day farewell As soon as the evening came, I miss you Floating in the air Fragrance unknowingly, Never seem to know Never say a story, I try to

My Poetry I am not only, Imprisonment in a body cage Wished for salvation I am the soul, Dancing Continuously, With a bent knife I can now return to the angel The composition of my paradise I will do myself,

My Poetry Characters muted, Silent music Outsider has gone with, Since the meeting of mind. Runs the same world as the sun And when it disappears, The evening starts to fall. But the deepest night is the

My Poetry I know from my experience That the way people Do not knock on doors They also ignore their voices Things do not stop listening Like that, rather they We were sitting in The corner of forgiveness

My Poetry Looking for these days In the poems of truth Of life's goal The epilogue of humanity In all different compositions Truth is also different Full of hearing Cognition is zero all Your home, your

Retaining things is hard. For the duration of or lives we are endeavoring to remember everything from occasions and history to exam answers and an arrangement for what's to come. Numerous understudies

My Poetry I was the mountainous breeze Under the clouds Flows in the lap of leaves Blue light rider My feet were kept in water. Sings of coral and wings Caring the white horses Immersed in an old cave

My Poetry I wish you only We became the gambler Bet all the happiness And we lost everything, Hangs on intersections Talk of my own house All running, Watching the ghosts Finger on the wounds Holds the

My Poetry Flowers, colorful and beautiful, The beauty of the gardens, Blooms and smiles, Teach living, But when it breaks down, Shatter in floor, few of Them are lucky, They get picked by someone, They

Concentrate the past begins to feel like a history course, and it might be. Your objective however isn't to breeze through a test or hold a cluster of dates in your mind. Maybe your objective, in the case

My Poetry At night, when The world is asleep, Cuckoo is also quiet now, In a dim, cold wind, Swinging leaves, There are also Fruits, flowers, thorns, In the lag of sleep, In the black darkness, Even the

My Poetry Had to pass through That road everyday But never felt before today How beautiful are the trees On both sides of the road Everyday butterflies will Flutter around flowers But never felt before

My Poetry Was completely transparent Could be seen across In love with drowning After all what it's saying All the colors of the birds Were made transparent The paradise of the bird was milky The room

The vast majority adore wandering off in fantasy land or envisioning about the things they need. Tragically, they don't consider it to be a probability of influencing this fantasy to work out for them.

My Poetry All night long I wandered in the same way With the heap of memories The forest was full Sour, sweet and bitter Trees and plants of memories, Had grown in the middle of the forest Giant cocktail

My Poetry Wrinkles on the forehead, Sky like The piece of cloud must have stopped; in Ocean The waves stopped, And Stuck without idea. Trying to push sucks, Shaking of head No marks. Like clouds of water