Embracing my hand from the bench,
As the sun goes down,
You appeared with a chance,
I couldn't forget your name,
Not making me a lame,
It was a long hall, how did you come fast?
I stopped wondering with a blast,
When the reflection cut my soul,
I held your delicate fist,
I love the feeling of prematurely,
Covered the revelry,
Listening to you as an ethnology,
Gleaming as the time passing,
I am not sorry for making a centre
Carrying our tryst,
Forgetting all my avenges,
Seeing as the morn sun,
Unleashed my sadness with softness,
I stopped waiting on a tree for a hint,
I'm a lullaby with your tent,
I'll be here until Soul recalls,
I'll be here until the doors collapse,
I'll be standing on a one-foot,
Until I remember your name.
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Beyond The Glass
PoetryBeyond the Glass is a poetic storytelling about two people who find each other and promise to stay together until the door closes, but the walls between them are large. The poems are written from the woman's point of view. They capture her raw hone...
