He misses her the most,
But he never says that.
He suffers from too many pains
Yet he never cries.
He is the one who can make even a dead body smile.
I wish I had such powers,
So I could snatch away
All his pains and exchange
all of my happiness with him.
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THE PREMISE OF LOVE
PoetryMy Poetry, the art form of the soul, is an exquisite tapestry of language that weaves together emotions, thoughts, and experiences with skillful craftsmanship. It is a captivating expression of the human spirit, transcending time and culture, to tou...
