Dim lights surrounds the allay of the hopeful hearts.
As it dreams for a embrace apart from the stinging dart.
As it dives in an endless array of thoughts.
A heart all ruined with brittle knots.
Dim lights surrounds the allay of shining stares.
Protests of the buzzing mind with the red heart's desires.
The protest that could never stop being tired enough.
But the heart fails each time, weakling against the tough.
-Angshika
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The Bliss (ters) Rain Gave
PoetryA collection of bruised poems by a teenager describing her thoughts on love and misery and endless altercations between the mindd and hearts Cover Credits -Angshika
