I hold my breath and wish time stops here,
empty seconds that shall remain,
the blood that torrents my heartbeat,
I spin the earth with my fingernails,
hold the suns with my own hands,
and dictate my hours,
Whispers from echoes of the seas;
the White corals, that shapes its waves,
the divine colours that streams,
shapes the fantasy of my empty seconds,
as I dictate my hours,
I lay my feet on golden thrones;
that flow between the seven skies,
I sway with the melodies of the sea,
as I whistle with blue whales,
tunes that shapes the beauty,
of my poems.
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Burning Papers-love poems
詩歌These set of poems were published to describe love in a very unique way, hope, love and hate all in one poem
