There she sat
In here balcony
On her lap was a little cat
A memory as sweet as honey
The shining light
The beautiful moon
Cold was the desert night
As beautiful as the dunes
She has a place in my heart
One I knew not was
As soft as the dunes which I call the wind's art
Her touch, 'twas one I knew not was.
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My poetic diary (2019)
PoetrySo this is just a continuation of my old poetic diary. It's a lot better than last year's that's for sure. Ehehe~ I hope you too think I've improved. And thank you thank you so much for readinggg!! *Psst also check out @ElyDebora, she's the one put...
