Passionate about her solemn flaws
Attracted by beauty with faults,
Her purpose was to put entire serenity
To revive in her arms to explore
Yet gets entirely alone
To breathe vividly, just to implore.
The vivid air holded the seraphic weather,
To forecast it's Inner Heartstrings,
Yet again she collided with the beautiful strings of Cloudland,
Reminiscences of wanderlust again yet turned her Quiescent arms into Cloudburst.
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Pretty Scars Of Unsure Words
PoetryIt's a Collection of Short Poems. Feelings speaks in Darkness This book Comprises of Those Pretty Scars which are left Unsaid.. Unspoken... they do mean a lot yet they doesn't define. These scars are pretty It's bleeding yet beautiful !! This is my...
