When we parted
You said we would
Become nothing
Yet from nothing
Came something
old and new
borrowed blue
In layman terms:
A sorrow for at least one
Though maybe for two
When we parted
You said we would
Become nothing
Yet from nothing
Came something
old and new
borrowed blue
In layman terms:
A sorrow for at least one
Though maybe for two
I'm a shattered mirror. Poetry holds my broken pieces together.
Poetry to Honour the Gods
Dream it till it comes true
Poetry & Literature
And so it goes...
Unlike an Eagle, let me Flap my wings.
Finding Inspiration in the Gifts of Life
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Inside the mind of an immigrant
Love is limitless. Dream, thrive and be alive.
Deep and true poem🙏❤️