Your words are sand dunes,
an infinite abundance of smooth elquence,
grazing me lightlt as you leave me high and dry.
And when the cold wind blows,
you leave me
holding on
to words
that fall apart,
and mean nothing.
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Questions to Our Answers.
Short StoryWe all are questions, In search of the right answers - Unwritten poems, Infinite verses, Waiting to be put into words. start=>27.3.2018 end=> start editting=> end editing=> completed...
