Cold Bones.. 

One poem per hour when you sleep

I wonder how words come

It must be the torture and pain becoming one

It must be the coldness of my bones…
~ Dakshi~

13/09/2016

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Not writing in this blog anymore....
This entry was posted in Dark Poetry, Distance, Heartache, I hate this distance, I love you so much, I need you in my life, I need you so much closer, I need you to breathe, I write for You, Lonely Evenings, Love, Melancholy, Missing, NIght, Pain, Patience, Poetry, Pure Love, Read my mind, Real Love, Relationships, Silence, Soul, Tears, Us. Bookmark the permalink.

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