The long path to the beach
made with wood and strings
we used to walk every night
together under the moonlight
barley did we talk ,there was no need
all that mattered was us
feeding souls with peace
and after each walk
you would take me home
kissing me goodnight
and waiting for tomorrow to come
so that I would wake up
and realize
it was just the dream that I have every night...
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PoetryIt doesn't mean we should see it the same. Take some time to let poetry get to you and make you feel whatever you want to , see it from you own experience and from your own perspective. A collection of poems which will take you through the path of...
