Yearning for a gentle touch, a tight embrace, some generous phrases
A mundane, meaningless, muddied life, I lived through
But only when death embraced me, I earned plenty praises
Corpse, as I lay, immune to people and words that I never knew!
Three Books
1 year ago
4 comments:
I am not sure why there is some sort of Lost feelings in your poem ?
David
your poems have a black and grey hue.life is much more than what you portray it as in your poems.
SAY SOMETHING SUNNY AND BRIGHT N YOUR POEMS.
Aaromale
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