Spilled...A Poem by MariamWe go to
the East, We run to the
East, We fly to
the East, Is it true? You are gone. Years are threads
- Went
through … Happiness
hides, so does my sorrow. Heaven, tell me if I love him or not? Look! The water splashed on the morrow… © 2013 MariamReviews
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