There’s an ocean hurricane of burden horrored thoughtless thinking and doubtful agonies,
waiting to take control of the last beam of mind and draw darkened realities;
whirling and whirling in filthy foulness and hellish sorrow –
what could ease it now if there’s no peace to borrow:
lock them inside poetry and remain hollow.
Benyamin Bensalah
10.08.2020
Benyapoesy 
I love the last line. Packs a punch! 🖤
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Thank you, dear 🤍
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Nice spin within the circle, which is what I read first.
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I’m glad you liked it ☺️ thank you for the comment :3
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My pleasure, you’re welcome. 😊
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Wonderful!!!
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No, YOU! 😁
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🦋
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I love the topoem Benyapoesy. I used to write poetry in the past but I didn’t seem to be good enough at it. Maybe I will pick it up again.
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I’m happy to hear it. Living poetry is even better than writing it. I encourage you to chatch up the moments of yours, to free the feelings from inside you. Try to write with the style you see convenient and you liked from others, then soon you make your own printmarks. ❤️❤️❤️
Looking after reading your art. 🤗
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