aged grapes mixed with your flawless harmony we produce the
sweetness like bees, a manifestation that you are the circle of life that
can not be unimportant your existence needed your existence a gift
not appreciated enough, and here I am in the awe of you, my muse. I
am a reflection of ocean a yemoja somehow evolved into an erosia I
don't mind the pattern because those can be broken, but she will love
what flows from this river they choose her because of this..
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The Grey Area (POETRY)
PoetryWe often feel like we are stuck in the grey area in life. It can be the connections we make , career, decisions in general. This collection is a few poems I wrote over the last year or so. It took a while to finally release this due to life just hap...
