The Voyage
The slumber didn't last long,
in the world of unknowns,
I woke up into despair.
A simultaneous quest for
identity and justice, and a
soul badly in need of repair.
Gruesome forests growled,
darkness enveloped the
paths leading to nowhere.
A shadow grappled my hand,
I'll take you home, it said, but
it's gonna be a costly affair.
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THE PREMISE OF LOVE
PoesíaMy Poetry, the art form of the soul, is an exquisite tapestry of language that weaves together emotions, thoughts, and experiences with skillful craftsmanship. It is a captivating expression of the human spirit, transcending time and culture, to tou...
