Sunsets - to up rise once again
kisses upon rosy cheeks becomes bleak
shooting stars are obsolete - we no longer seek
lies are asked of age - to offend !
flowers in the room revives - to die again !
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My poetry(s)
PoesiaWelcome dear ones. Here lies my works of many poetry. Enjoy! " A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day " - Emily Dickinson
