Openly admitted that the time is better,
Saying I'm a bad shadow within something bitter,
I can imagine the pearls exploring inside,
I know it's a shame to have you in a bad time,
If you found me falling,
You caught me down,
Dancing with visual hands in the lot,
Here when I shouted I'm clean now,
Opening my fist with a bow,
I was leaving with baggage, but your stream ran artistically,
Gleaming in the summer that I hate,
Catching a breath with a low heat,
You happened, and my poetry got the meaning.
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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...
