Even the most elegant flower,
will become a litter
once it falls off its tree.
Delicate petals,
and their ambrosial scent,
all of them,
will wither slowly
and
freely.
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Poetry of the Soul
PuisiOur 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...
