Midnight gives me reason to go back to memories
Laughing with the nature in those silence trees.
Even a falling tears find a reason to turn into smile
Giving away all the sadness which are in pile.
It's always the tears which should be precious
So that no tears will fall in drops more or less.
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Spilling Thoughts
PoetryWhen your thoughts cannot be expressed, spill it on pages... Sometimes scribbling, doodling and scratching on paper is all you need to do to bring out those unexpressed feelings.
