Oh, the bridge I walked on was a misty mystery to unfold,
Each step ahead shrouded in uncertainty,
Wrapped in curiosity and fear of the unknown.
The hazey zone seemed to stretch on forever,
Misleading me with every turn,
Making each step feel scary and uncertain.
The struggle to stand still during cold winters felt nothing less than a horror movie shot.
Vehicles crashed through the foggy canvas,
With their headlights piercing the gloom,
While I stood frozen, awaiting my escape.
Alhamdulillah
SubhanAllah
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Poesía"The poetry of the earth is never dead." ~ John Keats This collection of poems embodies the essence of hope, celebrating the transformative power of positivity, gratitude on the captivating gifts from the Lord and unwavering faith, thus inviting you...
