When water tastes bitter
And you think the sun won't rise.
When small babies don't seem any cuter
And everything you hear seems to be a lie.
Such is a time when,
Moon is black,
And river is red
Black is white,
And white, black.
The horizon is missing,
and end of every road is a dead end.
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An Inked Heart (Poetries)
PuisiMy heart let out through these words, echoing out my feelings to the world. Top- #14 in poetry
