• poetkiki 7w

    You are my happy misery?

    my eyes talk with her eyes,
    Why is my heart silent,
    You away from and be touched by your gazes .... touched ...,
    My hands are dumb,
    Her image is like the moon visible in the water,
    I,,, like the sky that came down to the ground,
    Is it pleasure? ,
    Or heaven?.




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    Kikiadri
    ©poetkiki