cyclone of depression
soaks up happiness and-
burying my spiritual walls,
the smell of sin and evil
enter and motivates
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That was a shed , my preschool , With a roof of dried palm leaves A shattering and old one The teacher there was An old man wit... -
broken heart You hurt my heart With cupid’s arrow And flew away to somewhere Why did she vanish?, truly I don’t know, I...
emotion is palpable through the framework of your chosen genre...nice!
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DeleteWow this is deep and very poignant caro
ReplyDeletethank you dear poetess
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