In the realm of words, where emotions bloom,
I'll weave a poem, like a sweet perfume.
With ink and rhythm, my thoughts take flight,
To paint a canvas, both dark and bright.
Upon the stage of life, we all dance,
Intricate steps, a captivating trance.
Through joy and sorrow, love's gentle sway,
We find our rhythm, in each passing day.
Nature's melody, a harmonious tune,
Whispering winds and a golden dune.
Rivers that wander and mountains that soar,
Mother Earth's beauty, forever we adore.
In tender hearts, emotion resides,
A fabric woven, where love abides.
Passion ignites like a fiery blaze,
Leaving traces of warmth in its dazzling maze.
Yet shadows loom, casting doubts and fears,
Testing resolve, in the face of tears.
But hold on tight to that flicker within,
For hope is a beacon, when darkness tries to win.
With every word, I paint the unknown,
A poet's journey, where dreams are sown.
In verses crafted, a glimpse of my soul,
Seeking connection, to make us whole.
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Reaper In The Dusk.
Poesía| Compilation of poems about depression｜ I present you the wounds that never showed on me which are deeper than anything that bleeds. This is my only chance to escape free a penalty for my deeds. My head is a very dark place. Which needs to be cared...
