You look at me,
With all the love,
There can be.
And in a moment,
It turns out to be true,
From an unjust fallacy.
You ask me my secrets,
Of my beauty of the natural attire,
God sent me in.
I look into your eyes and say,
"It is your eyes which are the God,
When the fall on my skin and my features,
I suddenly become beautiful."
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...
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