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What do I say,
The words now don't exist.
The torrential storm of difficulties,
has shrouded psyche with mist
My existence remiscent to
reflection of the moon (of the lake)
distorted by the slightest ripple
can be contained within a spoon
Oh beloved one
I long for those days,
the more I seek them ,
the more they drift away
Snow piles upon
My flower of heart,
Yet it refuses to freeze,
It chooses to bloom anew
signifying it won't cease
- StrandedTraveler
YOU ARE READING
My experiments with literature
PoesieWell 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
