I'm in love with the death
that ends mourning,
leads me to a new morning
from the darkest night of mine.
Dampening loud shouts to
the deserted me in a desert
to let me escape into the nirvana.
I'm in love with my pain
that makes grievers lively,
that can lift the walls barring
the sunlight.
I'm in love with the death,
death of the thoughts that
had dimmed my reasons
to be alive.
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The Bird at My Window (Love Poems)
PoezjaLife with the eyes of love. Feel free to share and vote the pieces inside that you think worth doing the same. PS: All the criticisms are welcomed. Update: One of my oldest poems I ever wrote, when I re-read them I feel like it needs some rework, so...
