Sometimes
In the deep feelings
The stuck
Holds your hand tight
And blows you a kiss.
Believe me
It’s not how one likes to be kissed,
But at times it’s all we have
And when we awake
We realize it was not a dream
We were most alive.
Sometimes
In the deep feelings
The stuck
Holds your hand tight
And blows you a kiss.
Believe me
It’s not how one likes to be kissed,
But at times it’s all we have
And when we awake
We realize it was not a dream
We were most alive.
Absolutely wonderful! 😍❤️😘🤗 Your poem touched my heart so much! ❤️❤️❤️😘
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Every day is precious! May the love of God add His loving breath to our lungs.
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Right to the heart. Thank You, beautiful Doree. 💖💖💖!!!
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Liked & Shared. Thank you, Doree.
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