submerging island
An island in the bottom of the sea
Waiting for no one but the sun in glee
A twisted nature of unpredictability
Filled with loneliness and tranquility
Though my silence shall not encore
It is not same as before
I cannot find happines again
bring me back my spark,
every now and then
Jan. 20, 2023
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Pieces of Moonbeams
ПоэзияPieces of Moonbeams | 2023 This poetry collection contains proses & proses woven from my heart. Pieces here are a part of me. Stained by longing, love, grief, hurt, happiness, and any other available emotion I could profoundly describe. -- I am rel...
