Dear poet, Frost the water of my soul with the shear of fall. My intimacy die this summer. When ravine will be vaneered. I ford the Brine's of time. Endure the existance of my notions,that is where i put my napper.. For a few and then rouse to one side.. I grapple and vie Dear poet, i propose my emotions. I was pushed off to my wistful... I get hush in every note! ©S H #ovaisashiq #pain #intamicy #DEAR_POET #S_H #love❤
