As long as I've got you who reads,
And as long as I have something to
bleed,
I'll be scribbling my thoughts as
natural as my breath.
I'll watch my writings on the sand
until there's none left.Wounds may open as each cycle
ends,
But broken pieces like myself can
still be mend.
For I have hope and I have more
pages which needs to be filled.
Let's embrace this pitch darkness
before the dawn; you and me, we
can be healed.The sunshine has gone, but stars
still shone.
Amidst the rain, amidst the waves,
we shall stand.
For warriors fight, but valiant ones
endure.
We are lost but still walking
although unsure.We have done well, courageous ones.
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Thundering Thoughts
Poetrya collection of poems crafted amidst the thundering thoughts.