When I lay
thinking of things on my tray
it makes my mind fray
moulding me like a clay
and I think it's something I can't slay.
Night teaches me a way
compels me to find a new ray
that makes me say
It's the best day.
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Heart of a poetess
Puisi"words speak more, expresses the feelings you don't show" sometimes you can't tell others what you feel but your heart knows exactly what it is feeling so you just pick up a pen and start writing and the heart starts speaking for itself. This is a s...
