You tiptoed into the crowd,
craving to be lost,
to dissolve;
among the shadows of the afternoon.
.
To be found is a joy,
to be missed,
a memory
To fade away, yet linger in their souls.
.
Oh, tell me you have forgotten my face,
My memories erased,
Lost I have,
To be remembered in myself.
LOKI
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Mirror Of Me | Poetry ✔
Poetry[a poetry collection] a dance to the fleeting emotions, notes to the music of life, a story of everything felt and told yet still, so many stories; so very untold. Of nights spent in solace of people so much more. Rankings: 🥇#poetry...
