It was a breath of fresh air,
an avalanche of scented flowers,
which left life's ruins in the rear
and afforded me nature's calm in this hour.
Let's talk less about the past,
for this era brings first light
of an immortally blissful blast
whose wave expels the night.
See through the fine-lined partition
which once held the blackened night
of despair and attrition,
but it crumbles now under freedom's dawn.
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The Perfect Scar
PoetryGreat experiences leave a lasting taste of wisdom, and a taste of greatness leaves a scar of power. All in all, a witness of truth sets free the soul. What better way is there to lay bare the PERFECT SCAR than words of a lifetime? • • • Every single...
