• zahra_muhammad 9w

    Who is my poet?
    Not a poem you can
    Read and hear.
    But, a poem that's
    On a painting
    With all her body,
    Give off a comfortable
    The worof becomes
    Peaceful and warm.
    Also, it stays still.
    My poet gives
    Blank papers,
    Only 'I' can see
    Through it.
    Like the days of
    Our youthful memories,
    Which never ceases
    To be inside me.
    With both hands
    Around me,
    She gives warm hugs
    Like my mother's
    As she writes beautiful poems
    For me.♡

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    My poet.