The genuine smiles
The warmest hugs
The purest motivation
All face lies
The purest hearts
The good minds
The genuine beings
Where are they?
Gone forever?
In another world?
Hiding in caves?
Someone tell me
I need a hand
I yearn for a shoulder
I cry for a bosom
To rely on …
Yeah you're right Eddie.. Conditional lovers are everywhere ..Sometimes I ask myself, where are the genuine lovers?
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Kudos and continue writing practical poems which affects us socioeconomically
Thanks soo much for the encouragement
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