Dreams veiled in a mist,
Heart robbed of joy,
Filled with the reflections of suicide,
A better life, a story yet to be written.
Never to unriddle the dept of time lost,
Yes, all washed away by the sea never to return,
My feet Dazzled through life,
A rolling stone my wealthy neighbour,
The eclipse of life,
Yet, drown in night mares of hope.
Enmity with my bed,
Sleeping in hard work,
Till the blind can see my vision clearly,
A pantomime of two extremes.
Wow that storm. Very good pic.
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Very good, I really like this poem, I will follow you, it would help me if you follow me
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I love your poem, and I relate. It's difficult for me to write poetry, I someyimes feel sanctomonius, despite of myself. Your poem is wonderful
Thanks dear. I really appreciate.
I felt the same way, just that i have inspirations to write sometimes
Nice!
I commented, upvoted, and followed you, kindly do the same.
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Stigmatatata from Lake Titicaca!
Lol .
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This is nice. I don't know much about poetry.
Ok dear.
But how do you see the poem