Dear friend of my heart, do you still love poetry as you once did? the musty smell of old books… Read more Poetry Yearning Forest

Dear friend of my heart, do you still love poetry as you once did? the musty smell of old books… Read more Poetry Yearning Forest
Dear friend of my heart, who wanders listlessly in the deserted streets of wakeful nights, searching for someone who would… Read more Not all those who wander…
She rests her face on the moist earth and closes her big bright eyes. she lets out the most musical… Read more Yesterlove
Dear friend of my heart, Have you ever felt like you had been away for years, but now you are… Read more Wind, Night, and a Beautiful Stranger
Dear friend of my heart, It is not with words imploring forgiveness of your kind heart that I shall greet… Read more Absence and Greetings
Dear Friend of my Heart, In my dream last night an angry red-headed man started becoming a story. He turned… Read more Dreams, Orchids and Fruits
Dear Friend of my Heart, as my chest rises and falls in the company of the forest song, I am… Read more love and freedom: a dancer of silent tunes
Dear Friend of my Heart, As you wander these unpaved paths, soaked to the bones in the ethereal rain of… Read more The Gravity of a Dream
I am a shadow. Cast aside by the setting sun. It is a golden evening. I am the shadow in this golden… Read more Evening Gold and Midnight Blue
Dear Friend of my Heart, I have been washed so innocently by the morning light, that I feel like saying… Read more A Night and a Morning
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Bird Silent
Ceaselessly Sinking In Aesthetic Art & Mediocre Metaphors
The scars of my soul bleed through words in the form of poetry.
Within the well of silence , are thoughts that awaken the soul.....
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