8 thoughts on “Masterpiece

  1. Dear poet. I loved the complete poem. Another poem for you.
    “You stripped off your clothing,
    then using your hands, you tried to hide the scars on your skin.
    I went to my knees and I kissed every scar and I asked you.
    Please dear love,
    I want every story of every scar on your body.
    We are our scars of many dear lover.
    Life is dancing on hell-fire and we learn.
    Every scar written on our skin.
    A story to be written.”

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