'Some days the jolt that jump-start my restless heart incites my brain to write, in hopes that throughout this uncanny thoughts that might seem or sound rumble at times,I'll leave a mark,proof of my existence,a print in sand of time. One would ask,why? When the world is cruel.
Well,I'd reply :
the world is cruel yes, but there's beauty in cruelty, you just have to look at it with soft eyes.
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Roses of Sharon
ПоэзияHow should one begin to introduce such a collection of riddled poems? Well,read following thoughts "painted in words" are cries, ideologies that demanded to be shared. Each unique in it's own way. Some a tainted with sorrows and wonders,some...
