Stay safe, for what is coming will bring forth warmth.
Stay flying, as the sky will change to golden hues, and you'll be the eagle to conquer its throne
Stay breathing and alive,
and the infinitude of the universe will bless you gifts
to survive this chaotic world.
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"Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all."
- Emily Dickinson
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Poetry of the Soul
PoetryOur soul is like an ocean full of deep secrets, hidden fears, demons, and angels lurking at the depth of our being. If eyes are the window of the soul, then where would be the door? ------------------- Collection of poems, words left unsaid, words...
