Oh what an ecstasy
To cry rivers in sleep,
Taking bullets from guns
And tears; yet, not move on.
If I bleed and still dance
And see no other chance
Other than to remain
And watch my own remains
I must have so fallen
So deep in the honey
But; I pray not to find
Such a love truly blind.
Really good series🔥 Well written 😊
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Courtesy to your poem; “Running away, wouldn’t heal all the pains you feel”.
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Beautiful poem. “if I bleed and still dance” is my favorite part. :-)
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Thank you dear, I deeply appreciate and I am glad you liked it
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Nice series💗
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Thank you
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