My heart goes out to her
But I can't touch her
She's someone to me
Yet, not mine.
She is not an angel,
She's not even a star
But yet she is holy to me
She is water.
She's like that sunshine
Which is warm
Yet which makes me shiver
A sweet melancholy
She is cute they say
I reckon, she's something more deep
Something deeper than crimson
Some bond in blood
She is in me
Her essence, a current in my heart
She glitters in my vision
She is dear.
I think, she's a harmony I can't bear,
It's better to just stare still. Still
Grapes are sour!
I laugh the tears in.
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Dedicated to someone who is very dear and close to me....
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Poetries: the Beauty of language
PoesieThe best way to show my emotions and bring forward what I think is through poetry, where I can walk on water, where I can sit on Sun, where I can chat with moon, where I can imagine and do things my way. I hope you enjoy the trip to my personal wor...
