As I write this poetry,
With all my heart.
It holds my emotions,
Its a piece of art.
As I watch my siblings,
Sleeping in this gloomy room.
I watch the ceiling,
As my thoughts bloom.
As the sound of the clock,
Ticks in my ear.
Wave of emotions,
Starts to appear.
As I write this poetry
With all my heart.
I sense my emotion,
As they all fall apart.
-N.Hetari
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Beyond The Thoughts
Poetry[Completed] "We all have stories, some will tell, some will hide and some will just pour it all in a poem"
