If this heart
Can never love others again
Well,
I'm just grateful
That I can still love other things
My passions
The landscapes
The dusk sky
A baby's laugh
My mother's dinner
Love comes in many forms
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My Scribble Thoughts
PoetryMy second official series of poems, starting from My Frozen Heart. Sometimes we all can't think clearly. Sometimes we all don't have the ability to organize the cluster of words and scribbled thoughts in our head. I'm here to try and do it for you...
