love’s a flower #Poem

she kept watering the flower, although she knew the drought had stolen its mortal life but she couldn't help herself but reminiscing the smell, the touch and the colour of this beautiful piece of nature she poured another cup of clear spring water in the vase made of glass still believing in an arising of [...]

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Love game #Poem

she looked at herself in her broken, dirty mirror she saw her own eyes staring right back at her it scared her to see the girl she had become the broken pieces in the flawed glass of reflection showed her scattered soul her eyes filled themselves with transparant drops of tears the silent sound of [...]