it's never easy to leave something behind.
it gather more care, more courage.
and so much of bravery.
sorrow conquers the mind to depart.
it's a punishment without proof.
the one whose intention was pure
ended up drowning in a deep sea.
died in their critiques and cruel gaze.
they mistook the unselfish for a sinner.
-too blinded by the pain, we forgot to see their reason of leaving.
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The Wanderer
PoetrySomewhere in between times, there are souls wander around to find something to believe in. Something to hope for.
