You come into a realization
that deep inside
you are broken,
When you want to cry
your heart out loud
But instead,
fake a grin,
At the enclaved crowd
~sara~
YOU ARE READING
Traces
PoesiaIn this book 'Traces' I have traced the outline of every unspoken sense and multiple emotions that one might have lingered with wreckage for unbounded dawns, dusks and darks.
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You come into a realization
that deep inside
you are broken,
When you want to cry
your heart out loud
But instead,
fake a grin,
At the enclaved crowd
~sara~
