She is daydream,
like cherry blossoms in spring.
watching her makes me anxious
entangling my existence.
She is daydream,
like colors of autumn leaves.
watching her makes me tranquil
Comforting my soul.
~UnfortunatePoet
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Poetry By UnfortunatePoet
Poetry#7 in Poetry (17/09/2016) Poetry is the painting that I make on the eyes of the beholder, to reach their soul. I try hard imagining things, getting into character, to pen down these poems. But it's strangely true, every piece of my work has a bit...
