Poetry is naked,
That hides desire...
and shuffle the dreams,
letting you discover the Estates.
Poetry is a beauty...
That drinks in hope,
And melts the skin...
Leaving the sad gloomy eyes.
Poetry is Friend...
Which arrives with Love,
Grows with pain...
And work as bandages once we broke.
Poetry is a walk...
Wandering around the house...
And suddenly you see,
You are far from home.
Poetry is chaos...
The combat within your mind,
And fuss inside the heart...
Speaking the language of soul.
Poetry is a rhyming...
Lacing the words and feeling,
Seeking the home awithin someone...
To walk Serene and Unannounced.
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 2:48 AM UTC
Poetry is naked,
That hides desire...
and shuffle the dreams,
letting you discover the Estates.
Poetry is a beauty...
That drinks in hope,
And melts the skin...
Leaving the sad gloomy eyes.
Poetry is Friend...
Which arrives with Love,
Grows with pain...
And work as bandages once we broke.
Poetry is a walk...
Wandering around the house...
And suddenly you see,
You are far from home.
Poetry is chaos...
The combat within your mind,
And fuss inside the heart...
Speaking the language of soul.
Poetry is a rhyming...
Lacing the words and feeling,
Seeking the home awithin someone...
To walk Serene and Unannounced.
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