Short Line Poetry
Short Line Poetry
What is my heart, will live with your memories, I am surprised, just with my eyes that yearn for your face.
I do not have the right over your love but the heart wants me to wait till your last breath.
I would like you so much in this world.
That you will not even get loved ones.
You will find me in desolate ruins.
In the deserted mountains.
Walking in the waterfalls.
Near the flowing rivers.
I will not be seen anywhere,
you will handle your heart crying.
But what will you do about my memories that are in your heart?
You will be free from this world,
but what will you do with these breaths?
The one you lost in the first meeting.
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