The hourglass is running dry,
I'm feeling lost and restricted,
Frantically searching for guidance.
Each grain of sand slips away,
An opportunity led astray.
Time murmurs sorrow,
I feel the weight.
A future so promising, yet slipping away.
It has me wondering, will time wait for me?
Or leave me sinking in the sea?
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Soul's Reflections
PoetryJourney through a series of haikus that echo the soul's journey across love, heritage, liberation, and identity. In just a few lines, each poem reveals a piece of a broader story, reflecting on the depth of cultural roots, the pulse of self-discover...
