"Burning is the only light I see from inside the coffin.
I was drowning deep in quiteness and sin.
Calling your name a thousand times, I close my senses
I'm trapped forever, surrounded by thorny fences."
A.S
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Creation of Rainbows (A book of Poetry)
Poetry"The rain fell hard on the broken ground, it never stopped it's loud and painful sound. The world crumpled into darkness, the one crying for years was a total mess. He was just waiting for a single glow, but the time he was living in was going slow...
