Revive
My soul is crushing.
Little by little, I'm tattering.
Against the wall, I'm shrieking.
Beneath me, I'm dying.
Restore me, renew me.
Pull me out, make me glee.
Bring back the merry;
Bring me back to the old me.
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Into the Deep
PoetryLet this book submerge you with heartaches, drown you with traces of the past, flood you with self-wonders, wash you with waves of healing, immerse you with romance, and fill you up with colors, but only if you dive into this ocean of poetry and le...
