The ink is finished,
But my soul is still writing.
My breath is rapid
But my self is still intact.
My blood dries up
But my heart still pumping
My mind is on a race
Through cracks in thoughts
Not all clouds turned up,
But the rain came storming.
The trees are away
But I am still in shadows.
Then a crow came and cawed
Yet I am still happy with my tears.
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And Life Flows Along
Poetry'And Life Flows Along' is a book of poems that speaks of life's endless journey towards eternity carrying its different elements- love, sorrow, birth, death, loneliness and other shades. Dear Reader, I am 14 and have self-published this book of mine...
