A clustered heart,
oh does it wish to speak?
A mind unknown,
who am I to judge?
A rusted love,
are we all to believe?
A never-ending parade,
is life the way it is?
A seedless plant,
where am I to belong?
- 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...
