Poor We

Poor We short poem

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Middle class mentalities and the dreams of diamonds
Musical nights in the clubs with books of bibles
Oceans of beauties but the horrible depths
World adores the transparency of my breaths
Quiet calm lips with the suspicious smiles
Bare flawless my feet have walked miles
Hearts are sleeping but the minds alive
Philosophers of the world still that naive
Cactus of the deserts with innocence of roses
Singleton face with the thousands of pauses
LOVE is your anxiolytic but double the doses

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I am pharmacy student ...recently studying in quaidiazam university...am from pakistan......i believe life as the transition between the soul and the body ...try to penetrate your soul and your life would be Spiritual all over!
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Liked reading this beautiful poem.

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