Everyone drains their day in a diary so do I. But I even love to express my thoughts in the form of poetry, so how it would be if both are combined...?
An icy carpet of broken crystals of hope, An ocean with faith frozen like a lake, Chilly wind that freezes forgotten fears, Echoes those past wounds in silence. Screams and sobs tears the heart, A sky so dead, dull in dark, Covered these in foggy blanket around. A kingdom full of nights and blues, Will ever those thorns turns to bloom? Will there be a dawn to break this dusk? A warm beam bright melts all my fright.
prachi
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