"POEM 72
"You are my dreams,
my nightmares.
The moon that shines,
in my darkness.
That faint flame,
in my heart.
That burning sun,
lighting up my soul.
No time's enough,
no words are there,
to profess my love.
The soft hand,
I cling to at night.
The painful love,
I bear in my heart."
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
