Tanka the eighth

All we do is lay

Next to each other and sleep

Words- unreachable

Maybe we can talk in dreams

Where I donít lie and youíre free




Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2017-10-02 at 06:25

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shells
Complex and simple at the same time. Keep these beautiful pieces coming!
2017-10-02