Best Yor Poems

Our own tomorrow, to make ours once again this thing not borrowed, something 
that is ours, and ours alone but can we follow, this thing of sorrow, this thing called 
life that brings its own, grievance we see beneath its hollow, this thing called SOUL...

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drops of rain
dancing in the air
unseen
then falls on your
lips
untouched
a cold shower
remnant of a dream

sunlight in a dew drop
waxing moon in a cup
your eyes kiss me
melting in the trans...

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