Under storm-clad skies where shadows weep,
In silence thick with whispers dark and tall,
The city breathes a secret, dark and deep,
Beneath the neon glow where sorrows fall.
Through alleys cloaked in anger's ghostly sighs,
Their echoes carve the night with sharp intent, each
Heartbeat throbs with unspoken cries,
In twilight realms of ultraviolent descent.
Yet in this maelstrom, glimmers fragile light,
A hope that flickers, tender, yet profound,
For peace to rise and shatter endless night,
And in love's grace, let solace then be found.
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we won't cry anymore
Poetrya collection of poems and writings lying around in my notes app; a part of me, a pinch of my soul and here are my naked thoughts for you. hope you'll like my thoughts. have a good time in my mind!
