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Dull room with old chandelier loosely hanging
Wearing satin dress that hugs her curved body
A table with books and small bottle
Holding a poetry book in a hand
The petals of rose pressed inside the book
Faint whispers of music
Longing stare at the door
Minutes turned into hours
But he never came
As she reaches for the bottle
At the same time chandelier fell down
So were she,
Romeo lived but Juliet died
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Echoes of the Soul
Rastgele🌟 Hey everyone! 📜✍️ Welcome to my new journey as a writer! Echoes of the Soul isn't just poetry; it's my heartfelt creation.📚 ✨ I can't wait to hear what you think! I'll keep updating with new poems. Please like and comment. Thanks a bunch! 🤍🤍 ...
