Becomes the link between two hills
Binds them, just think, and draws back when it feels
betraying itself in dire pretenses
To love is the only true senses
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RandomIt just started with the only poem I titled "Forbidden". I did not imagine I would have a sudden thought of making it a collection. This will be updated every... well, I can't promise because I am working. Maybe in my spare time and 'poetish' moment...
Bridge
Becomes the link between two hills
Binds them, just think, and draws back when it feels
betraying itself in dire pretenses
To love is the only true senses
