"I dream with open eyes.
I speak not of my desires.
I try harder for tomorrow.
I don't want anymore regrets and guilts.
I saw her last in my arms, sleeping soundlessly like she was the only brighest star.
Sometime's I wish I could end my life too,
Because I know that my dreams and desires won't come true."
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...
