The dead speaks when night black
Creeping people with fear
Wanting to come back
To be with their Beloved
Them ,The one who still care
To have again the life they lived
You can feel them ,Their presence
Dead,But still here and near
With alive essence
Their dreams broken,
No more smiles & no tear
Alone,On their own land feeling foreign
Reminiscing their past lived years
Surrounded by their dear
And thus the Dead leer
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Blend of Emotions
PoetryAll the things we feel cannot be told in simple words But in poems we can feel them , however we want to reflect them. This is a poem collection Of random stuff which goes through my mind , the things I feel or which are stuck in there.. I t...
