Within those dark holes she illuminates
In awe and wonder from the beauty who hesitates
Is it she who they see or the perfect persona they wish to see?
Is it who she wants or to accept the imperfections filled with glee?
Such serious thoughts in a small mind
Is it of worth to be loved and kind?
Once the day end
The night shall be my friend.
-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...
