Blisters covered upon those walls
A fragile vase hidden in those halls
Forgotten hallways those melodies rung
The chandeliers chain rusted as it hung
Books once read now a memory
Tales once told of an old misery
Silence is all that came
A black coat on a hook all just the same.
-Minha Mehrin
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Dulcet
PoetryI see a star I see nothing more I felt a nudge I felt no pain Was it hate? Was it love? Or something in between? A mystery I assume A history they strive to forget A sultry heart all left alone. ________ A collection of poem I write to find what I...
