"He is my tranquility,
He is my drug.
He is my one and only, that runs through my blood.
He is the storm,
I have been waiting for so long.
He is my death,
Who kissed away my breath."
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...
