In the darkest depths, where shadows dwell,
And the tolling bells of chaos knell,
When the world feels like closing in,
And the seas swallow up the lands upon and within.
Amidst the tempest, amidst the storm,
In the raging waves, our love takes form.
For when all else fades and crumbles to sands,
I will still be holding our love in the very palm of my hands.
December 2022
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The Aspect Of Oblivion
PoetryThe planted seeds of my wretched thoughts and emotions have bloomed their way out onto these pages, birthing a catastrophic garden; a virtue of beauty. A collection of emotions and thoughts documented in words, encompassing a voyage through the laby...
