Takes away the darkness
Don’t just press on my lips
Brush against my heart my soul my core my being
I ache to be the light
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Takes away the darkness
Don’t just press on my lips
Brush against my heart my soul my core my being
I ache to be the light
I tell story of a village in India
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Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Stories that began in the heart of the South African lowveld.
Poet and Artist ✫ Jay Mora-Shihadeh
"To be loved and love at the highest count, means to lose all the things I can't live without. Let it be known that I will choose to lose, it's a sacrifice, but I can't live a lie" -Adele-
Creativity meeting intrinsic memories
Benjamin Grossman 
Oohhhh I love this
Thank you. Thank you. Glad you thought it worked. 🙂
Oh yes it most certainly did.