Walking through the city
I feel the horizon
Of our deep sagacity
About love we've been playing
on
Seeing the clouds above
My heart has becoming so obstreperous
Thinking about our love
You had me unconscious
The air rejuvenate
The surrounding sounds delicate
Then you left me my mate
I was startled and I suffocate.
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Waste Writings
Storie breviA random collection of poems or whether known as waste writings which I did myself during my leisure Enjoy these 5 parts of writings and please don't mind the grammatical error, I am still an amateur in writing
