Poem / My soul is silent
A rush of night rain
Accompany my own bed
Heart back ...
Quiet
Illusion
Netra imagines
Staring at the dream ceiling
Hope, you can meet me
I'm no longer meaningful
The lover is moving away
Could it be back?
Have
If ...
Mutual respect
It can not happen
Blame yourself, hurt
All this is divine will
Can not be denied
Still be grateful
I live
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Beautiful post Thanks for sharing
Thank :)
I just love the name - My soul is silent. It's what drew me in. And the poem itself is haunting. :) Thanks for sharing.
Thank, i glad you like it :)
I like the title.
Thank
Aching!
Pure blues, but real.