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...to love and lost, than to have never lov'd at all

Heartbeats as... An anvil hammer struck Burns white hot I have not the will To reshape it After all that's been done Into the fire, once ag..

Life's monotony

Folklore to,my own brood kin,just like you,I was once,an innocent kid.Myth to self,I'm still sixteen.

Where I long to beBeneath the shade of the crabapple tree Languorous Sunday till noonA boy lost in cloud'd shape dreams Now, please don&rsq..

They said there is no more Black or white but only grey No more wrong or right Nor night or day If it feels good Then it&rsq..

Edits, inspirations and collaboration by/with YumnaKayThy lips, Wet roses; milk pink.Pillows, silks and sighs... sounds of a river’s dance,sof..

Spanish hair playing Tricks in the moonlightReflecting mysterious From soul of aqua eyesSpeaking, in tongues From the dark, blazing lipsAs the wait..

My eyes See through time Only when I look at you Yet, when I peer Into the mirror They always Accelerate the view

Scenes from my life