I was like a chained breeze,
That somehow float high,
A bit too high,
So much so that it brought me pain.
Defiance of the gravity was my way,
Until your love weighed me down,
And redeemed my painful gain.
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Warts For All
PoésieThis book contains poetries mostly related to tragedy, which I have written in the most random times, when penning down poetries would possibly be the last thing one would think of. So I never thought of letting those out to the world. Nonetheless...
