Poetry, painted poignant, random metaphors, morphing emotions, bleeding heart, wounding soul, emerging love, emananting light, warm moon, cold nights, any sonnets, or any thoughts that you want to paint with words.
Have I drifted,
From wills after wills,
Desires after desires,
To sit here in this hollow,
With the meek face of death,
rocking my shoulders;
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A drop of water you could see that dumbly awaits in vain to spill and be a stream: Alas there is sunshine.
Poetry, painted poignant, random metaphors, morphing emotions, bleeding heart, wounding soul, emerging love, emananting light, warm moon, cold nights, any sonnets, or any thoughts that you want to paint with words.
