By Takashi
Down goes the river to lay in its bed
Walking through tragedies like the morning sun.
Washing away the heaviness
Eroding it.
Carrying it.But it's the ones that we love that are eroding.
The ones we love the most are slowly being carried.
The time of day is so little.
We waste time in ourselves.
We let slip the things important to us.
We're blinded.
Please unfold me.
I want my life to hold my hand.
I want my loving hands to reach out to me.
I want my lover.
I want my loved ones.
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Dark yet not 2: Love Book
PoetryUncover the mysteries of love, being loved. Enjoy the experience.