Far away from the world's eyes
Beyond all the truths and the lies
There's a secret place
Known for its lovely grace
Full of minds filled with ability
It is called mighty dark valley
There is no place such as this valley
This valley made of both reality and imaginary
Where the magnificent illusion and the ugly truth meet
Where the dreadful and the horrible can be sweet
A warren of ideas and tales
Meanders of thinking and emotions
In this long way some choose to walk
All the times in the mean world they could barely talk
For those who write
Poems, stories
There is this room where they can sit
Under the sun and surrounded by roses
Though, the hearts there are often torn
And the roses might be full of thorns
Most of time madness does reign
When obscurity begins to stain
No noise, no disturbance
Only bittersweet thoughts flowing in complete silence
And let their words drain, does the writer
By beautifully bleeding on a piece of paper
So, a vision of flea
Or a frame so heavenly
There is for those who write
This place called mighty dark valley
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The Secret Thoughts of a Wandering Soul: Poem collection
Poetry"Quiet people have the loudest minds". Here are some of my thoughts gathered in a collection of poems. Thoughts that I never really talk about, things that not a lot know about me.
