She comes and goes gracefully
I see her often
Wondering who is she
Who is she really?
I want to know
What’s she like deep inside
The real her
That’s hidden from the world
Someday I’ll ask her
All the questions I have
In my mind
Someday I’ll.
Well,you can expect a flood of poetry from me.I take random people as my muse and the best part is they might never know that they were once important and someone wrote a piece of poem based on them(or they might know if I tell them).This is life and it’s beautiful and I’m trying to make it beautiful.
Should I post it? No
F it,press Publish,tada!
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Hello there,
You've found your way after visiting all sorts of websites on what we call the internet. Congratulations!
While I do not know what brings you here but I hope you find it here or get closer to finding it.
I prefer being called J and I like doing a lot of things which means I am not really great at anything. Trying to work on it but the mind is a funny thing.
Please feel free to tell me what brings you here. Leave me a note.
Also, you will find photographs, stories, and a bit of poetry on this blog.
Have a good time!
- J
https://rehmanjafar.com/
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