Poem Of Dark

Awake at deep night Frozen and lonely. Fingers are shaking But im trying to  Hold them back, Into me. Useless  attempt. They are moving and Running on the white pages Freely, its not me as i was, Some years ago. They are drawing the Poem of dark. Useless, but it is pure By it self. […]

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It Was The Woman!!!”

It was the woman ,a cause for your start and end and that’s why people shout everywhere, Ladies First!

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