Some things in your eyes,
Some things in your heart,
What seems indispensable,
And maybe unintentional,
You can't admit,
The things in your eyes.
The somber sleepless nights
The slow decrepit thoughts at mind
Maybe it's places you've been
The lives you've changed,
Or merely hello and goodbyes,
The experiences of a lifeless venture,
The times of a locked precincts
Maybe...
It's just been nothing,
Or just small thoughts at mind.
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Poems of a Clouded Mind
PoesíaLost in the insignificance of life and pondering escape, the selections of poems depict the frustrations, ideas and ideals, the saddest moments and exhilarating experiences.
