Grey stained window,
the silence concealing the unsaid,
my ears have heard far too much,
facade that has forced me to worship the reviled,
the secrets I know and the secrets I harbour,
my only purpose that flows through my blood,
I seal them in glass vials,
pass it along, wary and cautious
a silver doe awaits the call of phoenix,
before he embarks on his duty again!
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Mosaic | S.Snape
Poetry|| Poem collection || "Every bit of him is poetry, a mosaic of love, duty, morality and tragedy" Started On: 15th May 2023 Completed On:
