Saturday, 10 September 2016

Free Flow: Poetry



You still do not hear my heart
see my shine
feel my light.
I laid myself bare
open wounds
again for you.
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I am the buzzing bee
You are the fragrant flower
Along comes a fluttering butterfly
Beauty comes
Friendship goes
I am the bee alone
You still stay the fragrant flower
with the fluttering butterfly.
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k (My Novelesque Life)




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