Thy rage rises like the sunrise
While my woe sets like the sunset....
For myself mouths pardon me for my lost youth....
For thee were enforced to give up thy childhood...
Yet, in return myself got abused.....
Now my last hope is my sire....
Hope that one day the sunrise to glimmer
A spotlight where I can forsake this woe thee hath caused mother.....
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The Art of Poetry II
PoetryThese are just my poems that I wished to share. Hope everyone can enjoy them.
