As I sailed through the ocean on a solstice, a huge cold breeze waved my thoughts inside the cave of misfortune. Then there I saw a fire speaking with great sadness, asking why I was brought inside that gloomy cave of his. I answered;
"Maybe I just miss something physically so bad, a voice, a time, or just even the languages he used to speak of mine".
Then there he lit stronger as before, lighting every pathway and cave arts of us. Reminiscing about the times where I felt what I missed—a relief, and that was every night.
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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...
