There are things that
do not live but lives
on beating.
Drums know not pain from sticks that patter just to beat over and over.
A heart that beats but wishes not to go on living.
A soul that yearns for another,
lives on dying
Everytime he's with her.
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Of Prose and Poetry
PoetryA collection of prose and poetry about compassion, life, love and loss. Feel free to find a piece of yourself with in my works. Thank you for reading and please feel free to comment below. Thank you Highest attainment Rank 2 in poetry
