To tell the truth, I lost my touch in words,
It lack the taste of feel and relation,
And I am drifted like the wingless birds,
I am a poet that lacks in passion,
I am in need of cure to heal this wound,
Forever bleeds and my pen is bound.
To tell the truth, I lost my touch in words,
It lack the taste of feel and relation,
And I am drifted like the wingless birds,
I am a poet that lacks in passion,
I am in need of cure to heal this wound,
Forever bleeds and my pen is bound.
Interesting yet Incredible
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Thank you very much! Really appreciate it. π
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deep words…and an apt picture….
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Thank you very much! π
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Very nice thoughts π
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Thank you very much! I really appreciate it. π
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You are welcome Ally π
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Love this one! π
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Thank you, Serena! Glad you love it. π
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Love this Ally
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Thank you so much, geminilvr! Really appreciate it. π
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Good one!
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Thank you! π
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Amazing lines.
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Thank you very much! π
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You’re most welcome π
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