It's not the eye that touched my feelings in the empty space of ecstasy.
Not the inkling of blossom flowers which was the image of yours.
Pages might not have been written opposing the ends.
Night sounded pretty only with the presence of coerce ecstasies between us.
All that ended well was the sirens of judgement that put me to shame.
Droplets reflection of yours. That's how it all ended.
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PoetryThis is a poem book filled with emotion and love. All my feelings are expressed in my poems. Many of the poems are inspired my people or by reading something. Hate. Love. Betrayal. Desire. Goals. All what is to be expressed is written down in the bo...
