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Sometimes she would feel so lonely,
That even her solitude couldn't fill up the empty echoes of her heart.
Sitting alone by the window, rain beating upon the glass;
The calm chaos inside her screams silently.
As the storm grew higher & louder,
And her heart cried & sobbed like a child in the chimney.
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¦ Gypsy Dreams ¦
شِعرUnlike my other works, I hope to make this a one single compilation of all my future poems. It is titled as such as it is in reference to a girl, a gypsy dreamer. It is her story, in a poetic form...the girl who once lived and was as happy as the su...
