There was a time I used to search
Reasons of people being in my life
I never really know what falls behind
But it always left me questioned why.
How many rooms have we being reserved
Calling them closest to our minds
How many faces we left behind
With reasons unidentified.
A walk with a friend with world of talks
And footsteps side by side
The other day face is vanished
And the other is by our side.
If everyone arrival is for certain reason
In perfect time decided by my lord
Then what’s the reason for breaking hearts
And replenishing em’ again with marks.
By adven wild
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volume 3 The ink that never stops,and friends
PoetryThis poetry book will be fill with not only a couple of my poems.but poems from my friends,who share the same passion as me.there will be some poems like, love,pain,happiness,darkness and even some poems that some may have experience in life or have...
