A day yet to be born
Tales more to be gone and to be found
Granted that we have more days
For us to find the love we want
Million stories one could say about you
If only one of them was close to the truth
Senseless banter with one's own self
Am just annoying or was I of any help?
- 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...
