They met along the shore of memories.
It fades,
vanishes,
And as the tide rises,
it reminded them.
It's all in the past.
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Poetry of the Soul
PoetryOur soul is like an ocean full of deep secrets, hidden fears, demons, and angels lurking at the depth of our being. If eyes are the window of the soul, then where would be the door? ------------------- Collection of poems, words left unsaid, words...
