Loving the sound of my walking feet
Apart from million faces
That are hiding under those sheets
anger , resentment and jealousy
Is indeed an uncureable disease.
No matter if I'm walking
With rhythm one , two , three
Still people find me running
To listen the walking melody
Anger made you weak
Resentment makes you freak
Jealousy just sit and see
Those destructions that hid
Under those sheets
Emotions vs reality is the tree
That sit in middle of cemetery
With million faces that once revealed
Now sleeping in the grave fully healed.
That's why I'm loving the sound of
' WALKING FEET '
- fuye
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PoetryWelcome, Poetry is not everyone's cup of tea. But if uou prefer it. Congratulations! Hi, I'm fuye. This book will have all my poems. I hope you'll like it. Ask for explanation if you don't understand the meaning , in comments
