I heard him say yellow, describing me as we walked the night in the empty streets. I remember feeling the brightness of words in bouquet, like flowers, so beautiful. That reminds me to relinquish the sadness that hinders me from seeing the bright light. Of what we told ourselves that; may the light be our guide towards one another as a scenery of hope and love that our soul may cherish forever as we acclaim.
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Galaxies of Feelings
PoetryWriting is a form of expression of feelings bearing your mind's creative and imaginative thinking and your heart's desire to showcase your art and share the wonders of every letter spoken. Poetry is a type that does the readers an imaginative feeli...
