Drops Of Dew On A Lonely Leaf
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Complete, First published Nov 11, 2017
"A tree stands all alone
In the deep dark woods
It has millions of leaves
Each with different moods

Some leaves shake,
Some leaves shiver
Some leaves fall,
Some leaves quiver

But I am the only leaf
Of this lonely tree
With millions of dew drops,
All of them free

So come, savour my dew drops
Whoever you may be
These dew drops are for you;
A free gift from me"

Hello there

I write poems with simple words and deep emotions

The name and the cover are kinda deceiving 

Most of the poems here are about heartbreak and depression

I am planning on writing positive responses to my negative poems

But hey

Like my math teach told me

"Too negatives make a positive."

Or is that two positives...?

Or two negatives....?

LETS NOT OVER THINK THAT

Please don't be a silent reader

If you are one

Eh, pm me (;

I guess this is it

Kindly tell me what you think, so that I can improve myself

I write all kinds of poems

Heck, I have included sonnets and a nursery rhyme in there lol

I don't have a schedule for updating poems, it's like asking me to keep my heart in a constant beat, not fast not slow, but hearts don't work like that

Thanks to all the gods for making you catch a glimpse of at least the description of this book, I don't know why you are still reading this but thank you so damn much for taking the time to do so

And almost forgot

(Iloveyou)

(YupIdo)

(:

~LET'S SPREAD LOVE AND PEACE~

Byebye
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