In shadows cast by quiet walls,
Introverts thrive in silent calls.
Monochromatic souls, it seems,
Yet within, vibrant, vivid dreams.
In hues of thought, a kaleidoscope,
A colourful realm, a boundless scope.
Minds painted bright with thoughts profound,
In solitude, their world is found.
Amidst the silence, whispers loud,
A palette vast, a private crowd.
Introverts dance in thoughts refined,
A spectrum vast within the mind.
Embracing solitude's gentle sway,
They find brilliance in the quietest bay.
Monochromatic outwardly,
Yet inside, a riot, wild and free
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Broken Down Me
PoetryWithin the pages of this book, you'll embark on a profound exploration of the human experience. Through poetry, the delicate dance of love, the tender embrace of gratitude, and the haunting depths of depression and anxiety are woven into verse. You'...
