Shall we dance under the moonlight
and forget the problems of daylight?
Shall we live in this fantasy
and never wake up from reality?
No.
We're just a puppet with strings
Masked as hopes and dreams
What is this sorcery?
Love, a brutal honesty?
No.
Just a mere illusion.
Maybe,
a delusion?
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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...
