He was the wind
She loved it,
He was known
But now ignored
He is the person
Where expressing was hard
His was the smile and a reason to live,
Behind the scene
She never knew the status
Which can't be studied.
Strangers came
And went
Didn't knew himself
Where he use to be known
Was Unknown.
He is the Unknown person
Unknown books
That we never herd of,
Have the best
Chapters.
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MOONLIGHT
PoetryDedicated to My Love #The_Criminal Thought to find a way.. But some day ill make it, even if it takes it on us hundred years. Life had many levels, She is my life.. Her soul, the bad and the good in her. Her smile what I found in a million. Stronges...
