Going on a hay for an hour to lay.
A sudden thought came her way.
Making her unsettled emotionally.
Tears drowning her deeply and strenuously.
Consumed by her own train of thoughts,
She needed a comfort.
She needed someone's warm embrace.
She needed her love's presence.
She was down, totally down.
She felt so alone in her battles for lown.
No one was there for her,
She is tougher but a great pretender.
As if she can endure the sail of struggles along her.
—PrettyMira18
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A Poetry of Emotions
PoetryIT'S NOT ABOUT WHAT A WRITER SAYS. IT'S ABOUT HOW A WRITER SAYS IT, TO MAKE A READERS UNDERSTAND IT.
