Maybe someday,
The ink that I pour out,
From my body,
Isn't because of melancholy,
Anymore, but-
Maybe someday,
The ink that I pour out,
From my soul- spirit,
Is because of euphoria,
Of bliss and inner peace.
04.05.2019
9:10 A.M.
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Misty Sea | Poems
PoetryAnother tear fell from her eyes and it joined the trillion tears in the sea. Then, she jumped into the sea. Under the sea, she tried to find and catch her old tears but it wasn't found. Suddenly, she realized that she was already in a pool of tears...
