The Theif at Bay
She was lonely and sad.
Tempted and craved,
longed for the stars.
That night, she got a hold of it. But it abruptly disappeared in the palm of her hands.
She already knows it couldn't stay for long, cause there's a thief at bay, lurking to steal it away from her.
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Under The Casket Of Hatred And Oppression
PoetryThese short poems ideas flow from my emotional self. They arrive the same way as dreams do. So always I begin with a head empty of words and let my feelings go flow. Read at your own Discretion
