A collection of poetry about love, pain, misery and hurdles of life.
A way of escape through words into the skies of freedom, above the clouds ,where no one can reach me except the bridge of melody
I've tried to add roses everywhere in my...
A truck of wilted white roses, full to the brim I want to feel them, know their tales of ecstasy When I try to touch them, to caress them; they push me away Reckless desires throw me again to it but the push is always harder than before Restlessly giving up on the final chain of starling wishes
As I leave, the wind of comfort brushes past me to stop on my very step My eyes on the roses, my heart in their fragrance of white death How am I supposed to deney? The complains and the begs I hear, every time I move I am stuck in the constant loop of wanted and not wanted
Is this destruction or satisfaction? Verily, I am a fool by the heart but amazed to see my brain is no different
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Explanation When a healer wants to help someone, they keep them aside because they feel like they can do the healing themselves but when they know they can't do it, they want them back. The journey of a healer from the person to his own self and the person again.
A/N This is my first poetry solely on roses. Hope you feel something while reading it (◍•ᴗ•◍)
