The rain tapped
On my window,
Fingers asked may i sing a song,
Till you fall asleep long,
The rarely beloved,
Singing stars uttered,
Your smile reached
The streets of your cheeks,
Your face turned,
Into a city of lights,
The sun sat on the cores,
The daisy garden picked the rose
And you plucked the doors
Your fingers tapped on the windows
You sang the song all the roads...
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.RHYTHM OF SOUL.
PoetryYour words always don't speak what you wanna express Your expression not always supports you Your heart not always beats for you Your desire cannot always burn as fire Your soul is not gonna always be with you Even your shadow leaves you in dark t...
