The timings stab you back
It's the rollercoaster
Which soothes your own self.
Empowerment commitments
Do lose it's sight
With the plenty of dimensions
Hiding nearby.
The flowers received mercy
In the frosters of welcoming hands across
It did spoken a few tendency
But laid the artistic around
In the form of Returning Gift.
What's more welcoming
The Season or the feelings
Someone asked,
To which the wind uttered slowly
Taking it's reserved pace
Onto looking forward
Every varied core
It spoke
You can't breathe as fresh as with me
All the time
And believe me,
It did sounded like a departed wound
From the eyes
You can't always feel free and fresh
Like a heavy breeze
In the auspicious occasion to boost
The Season
The powerful vision
Maintaining every visionary globe
In such short words of life.
It isn't hard to fall
It's even hard to stand after every fall
Same as the process of growth
Get into your nerves
Either by withering
Either by building
Either by Rendering
Either by depleting
Your own source.
It's hard to accept
But even it's more hard to admit
You have failed continuosly
After every ages of trying
After every ages of signifying
After every ages of Crying your soul out.
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Pretty Scars Of Unsure Words
PoesíaIt'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...
