The black,
The fire,
The ash.
The sun,
The rain,
The bow across the horizon.
The smoke,
The fog,
The smog.
The being,
The decay,
The extinct.
The black,
The white,
The grey.
Me,
You,
Unreal.
The angel,
The demon,
The man.
The man,
The earth,
The misuse.
The choke,
The endure,
The life.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...
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