Thy soulBits everywhere scattered
They'd there remain
Unless
Unless'Say someone will pick them up
Waiting
tick tock loud
Awaiting
an arrivalShattering in silence
Always. Unless.Deprived , needy of a taste of love.
'Stitch these littles one to one
But footsteps not heard
liveliness seeping into nothingnessThy soul
Bits everywhere scattered
They'd there remain
Unless
unless you love yourself.. . . . . . . . . . . .
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Nirvana
PoetryShe sets the ink free, let the pen crawls, and the words flow like a sea. Again, she's lost in her nirvana. #175 in Poetry [28/2/18] #8 in Overthinking #3 in Musings #18 in thinking (out of 1K+) #95 in words (out of 1K+) #373 in poems (out of...