18 july 2022
Dew Drops
Washed-up your
facial nuance, like jellyfish
at abandoned shore.
I was collecting shells
today, to write a poem for
your brown irises.
Pink chrysanthemums
will not say anything, but were dying
when you were away..
In rains you take a
figure, like a blue black bird
ready to fly away.
29 march 2024
Humanized PainSatish Verma
28 march 2024
2703wiesiek
28 march 2024
It Is Getting DarkSatish Verma
27 march 2024
NarcyzJaga
27 march 2024
To były piękne dniabsynt
27 march 2024
Drobiazgi.Eva T.
27 march 2024
Wearing The Crown Of ThornsSatish Verma
26 march 2024
Good ByeSatish Verma
25 march 2024
NaturalnieJaga
25 march 2024
Magnolia.Eva T.