Every night,
I feel myself sinking into the pillow.
Floating on the ocean of tears
I make for myself before the dawn.
Every night,
I wonder if I'll ever fall in love
with my soul after moving on.
12 January 2021
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Poetry is Immortal
PoezjaPeople die, poetry does not. Here's a poetry collection... #rhyme RANK #527 in poetry on 15 November 2020 #517 in poetry on 18 November 2020 Started publishing - 15 October 2020
