Because she wept in heavy rain they could never see her tears.
With nothing left to give she empties her deep wells of pain onto the street.
People unaware walk through the puddles of her sorrow.
Eroticism, love, and intimacy through poetry.
Because she wept in heavy rain they could never see her tears.
With nothing left to give she empties her deep wells of pain onto the street.
People unaware walk through the puddles of her sorrow.
I could just sense the melancholy in thisðŸ˜. Beautiful work ♥♥
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Thank you.
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