Now she withholds the power he ruled over,
The pieces that were left shattered
Namesake called Love.May it be;
bright sunny days or the withered tree leaves,
The dew drops falling or a stary night sky
All of them had witnessed.
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When Death, meets Love.
PoezjaA tapestry of poems, One may find very relatable. Do give it a read. The cover page has picture of 2 characters, from a series in which the former character stands for death, cruelty , manipulation , paranoia, fear of abandonment. In contrast to th...
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Now she withholds the power he ruled over,
The pieces that were left shattered
Namesake called Love.May it be;
bright sunny days or the withered tree leaves,
The dew drops falling or a stary night sky
All of them had witnessed.