Sort Of Lost

Sort Of Lost

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Spoken straight from the heart, these poems can only be classified under the umbrella of emotions of life and hope. Unbounded by any serious topic, 𝙎𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙇𝙤𝙨𝙩 explores life and it's facets. These poems are more than lines and words describing feelings, they are a reflection of humanity, life and the experiences that connect us all, reminding us that we are here, right now. The thoughts are managed to be put into words, giving unnameable feelings, names, emotions to lines and life to poems. The poems in the book are mostly romantic, nature lovers and at the same time sad, miserable also but can be laughed upon too with a less attention to that. No matter how much you relate to one of them, know that Poetry in itself more is music to eyes and it always meant to be felt and forgotten. Rest love has always been tragic and mostly meaningless and tragic.
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Love is Poetry, Poetry is Love. A love for words, and words can turn to Love, and to People in Love. a love story, an angst story, a questioning story, persons with no characterisation, who live in your mind and heart, dreaming in a life of verse, metaphor, symbolism, surrealism, in an attempt to capture what is illusion, what is real. The speaker could be you, your fiancée, your past, your present, your future. Dare you to journey along. [as you well know it is and it will always be, a work in progress, until the knowing winds carry this vital sign away beyond the border. may it keep you company in your lonesome nights, and tiresome days, the cool water that washes away the dust of cares from your chafed lips. do i need to say, © all rights reserved 2017. all portions of the works herein created, presented, its texts, and even its unique structure, should never be appropriated nor reproduced without the expressed, written permission of the author. i am preparing a cherished, dynamic novel for my wattpad friends, something that keeps my mind in a continuous state of pregnancy and gestation it could break water any moment, if i don't have to work to feed my kids, but the writer in me could not be put down, not even by economics. it will accompany this elder child, soon. the cover is a bit, hurried work of art but i am proud of it, and my domestic partner approves, long may she live. Long may you live, dear reader. i am closer to you than you could ever, ever, imagine.] So, it begins, one rain swept night.

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