I may forget your name,
the sound of your voice,
the touch of your hand,
even the promises we made
but,
these feelings were deeply engraved
and,
inseparable from my soul.
Surely
I'll remember them.
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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...
