Poetry For Everyday People
Self Healing
Morning burst
into my heart,
my eyes
find light,
unlike birth
you wake up
carrying yesterday,
the soul
gets lonely,
and I,
write
poems.
into my heart,
my eyes
find light,
unlike birth
you wake up
carrying yesterday,
the soul
gets lonely,
and I,
write
poems.
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Self Healing
Self Healing