You're the lost dream, that I have longed.
You're the warmth, that melts me like a snowflake.
You're the flower, that I seek like a bee.
You're the light, that guides me through this wilderness.
You're the river stream, I inevitably follow like a fallen twig.
You're the night and I am insomniac.
~UnfortunatePoet
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Poetry By UnfortunatePoet
Poetry#7 in Poetry (17/09/2016) Poetry is the painting that I make on the eyes of the beholder, to reach their soul. I try hard imagining things, getting into character, to pen down these poems. But it's strangely true, every piece of my work has a bit...
