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She wrote, wrote away...
like a tireless labourer of her inundated emotions.
Turning the chapters of her life in mind,
Many empty pages of her unlived dreams,
like blank sheets of snow over December's London.
Untrampled, untainted, unwritten fragments of thoughted thoughts.
like an unbound slave of her bonded dreams.
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― 03/11/2018 ―
YOU ARE READING
¦ Gypsy Dreams ¦
PoetryUnlike 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...
