I could still feel him by my side,
From my sight he couldn't hide.
His touch was like ecstasy,
But was he really next to me?
His side was cold on the bed,
I couldn't move on though he was dead.
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Poet's dream
Poetry"Poems are to soul what music is to the heart" -unknown Some passing through which were penned down.
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I could still feel him by my side,
From my sight he couldn't hide.
His touch was like ecstasy,
But was he really next to me?
His side was cold on the bed,
I couldn't move on though he was dead.
