Playing a game on my own, calling for faith to lend me a strategy. There are millions, they uttered, but how deaf I listened, and how blind I look. This game is ambitious and I'm only playing solo. How foolish the rules are, and how foolish my might is.
But it was me all along,
I played.
The only game that I hardly get through
—Me
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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...
