Endings are
Quite beauteous.
I know, there are days
When I beg myself
To hold my hand
Tight,
Cause I'm afraid
That otherwise
I'll fall from the cliff
Of my mind.
But then again
I remember,
The mountain
In my head,
Isn't the one
From fairytales.
After all, I'm a sucker
For gothic novels.
Endings are
For me to celebrate.
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Remainders
PoetryA collection of poetry about the leftovers of human feelings. _____________________________________________ ** No part of this book should be copied or published anywhere else.** © Ipsita Mitra Pupu _____________________________________________ ✷All...
