I pulled my hand out of your grip
moved to the edge of the bed
turned away from you
hid under a shell of stone
You’ve done everything you could
Now I can only beg for another night
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Weronika Donovan is an amateur writer and photographer. She's an artistic soul. She was born in Poland, where she was brought up and educated. Her adventure with writing began in her late teens, but she started blogging only ten years later. Her poetry has grown since that time. She started to use words more consciously. She defined the journey of her life, portraying it in four volumes of poetry. First of them called 'Ghosts' was self-published in 2019.
Weronika is a loner. She likes wandering to interesting places, always choosing her own path.
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You’re quite the poet, well done.
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Am I?
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Absolutely
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🙂
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A wonderfully captured moment.
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Such a pensive poem!
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Thank you!
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Pleasure!
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Nice as sauce..
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😀 Thanks!
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🙂
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This was a great poem! 🙂
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Thank you!
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