You're an essence;
that reminds me of grace,
a beautiful feeling that I get
once I see you there.
You're attractive. you're a mystery.
I long for your embrace.
I search for you in every heart,
and keep you in my mind nevertheless.
Maybe I should leave this place,
and wander about in a moor.
To feel you. To breathe you.
To capture you in pictures that I take.
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moor- a tract of open, peaty, wasteland
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Poems.
PoetryThis is mostly my poetry but some are not. My poetry is pure trash, but hope my random writing entertains you.
