Here I sit in silence
The bitter taste of love
A serpent coiled around my body
It suffocates me
Not for the fear of death
But the fear of the unknown
A serpent of healing
Or a serpent of death?
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Newton's Cradle
PoetryThe story of ups and downs. From sorrow to serenity, and in between. They are all inspired by my own emotions or the emotions of those around me.
