Was jingling with jangles, the tune of a lively season of hope. Dancing merely in the forest of snowy illusion, a happy scenery of white celebration. It was when my fragile intuition felt the spirit of light. Now darkened with longing, a light wrapped with unbreakable doubts and fear. Enough to never see hope to light again.
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Galaxies of Feelings
PoetryWriting is a form of expression of feelings bearing your mind's creative and imaginative thinking and your heart's desire to showcase your art and share the wonders of every letter spoken. Poetry is a type that does the readers an imaginative feeli...
