I knew it ever since our eyes met
under the weeping sky
while the sun
was saying goodbye.
I knew it was you.
The person who loved me,
and died with me
in our past life.
How can I be wrong?
It was you,
and only you.
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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...
