Tattooed hands with
Red and dark thoughts
Your soft memories overflow.
Thank you 'The Purple Tree'
I write when my muse play tricks on me hiding behind the tunes of adversity. A simple thing such as smile or touch, anger or quote, music or hum,it sets my world rolling into a ball of perfumed poetry
| I could Be A Poet, er..Am I? |
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| The Keys to My Heart |
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haunting, powerful.
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Beautiful imagery
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ReplyDeleteVery cool. I've always loved the art of mehndi.
ReplyDeleteVery nice. Thank you!
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