A barren land full of miseries
A bird collecting twigs for itself
Nowhere is sunshine, nor is water
It still resided there, being await
Had no fellow animal or a friend
Stayed quietly, alone like the moon
But never complained 'bout anything
Silence is what entered into vision
Passing away, almost about to die
Days changed fast and so did nights
Couldn't flourish itself, but moved
Searching the quest of some light
Sun stared and moon observed
It fought the dark and emptiness
Injured, exhausted, but not lost
Only one, but strength possessed
The difference is that it is real
Loneliness is my heart with a hole
Barren land is my empty world
The tired hopeful bird is my soul
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𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾。
Poetry"My Smile's Crumbling" is a poignant collection weaving threads of melancholy and fragility. Each poem delves into the weak architecture of the human spirit, exploring moments of fracture. Through verses that influence raw emotion, it navigates the...
