Someone asked me to write something
I took paper and pen for writing When I start to write,
I start dreaming of her In my dream I see her How she smiles at me
How she plays with her hair
Her eyes are like deep ocean I feel like dying in her eyes
But her smiles bring healing Whenever I see it,
I feel better Her voice, so much sweet,
it’s like I’m getting diabetes
Her presence is intoxicating,
The more I see her, the more I get addicted to her
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THE PREMISE OF LOVE
PoesiaMy Poetry, the art form of the soul, is an exquisite tapestry of language that weaves together emotions, thoughts, and experiences with skillful craftsmanship. It is a captivating expression of the human spirit, transcending time and culture, to tou...
