I wander ,
Under the night sky ,
It seems like a blanket
Resting on a glass globe high .Are the stars mere holes in it ?
Luminous sunrays mourning in sorrow,
Grieving over end of the day,
Striving tirelessly for tomorrow?Everything seems different.
You just need to change your perspective
Even the boring black and white world,
will pop out with colours.
The change is waiting for you now.~Strandedtraveler
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My experiments with literature
PoetryWell just my poems man... Will upload some of my poems which I found satisfactory. Well they are just my experiments with my skills. That's the whole point here