Jan 28
Music hits hard when your dancing in your room.
When the blinds are open and all the world can see,
You don't pretend to be, as they wish.
But rather so enveloped in song, you'd be happy.
Even if you were to meet your doom.
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Poetry For The Lost People
Поэзия365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
