"I breath your name.
Again and again.
You're the reason, I live.
You're the moment I've been waiting for.
You fill up my lungs, sometimes you tighten it,
But, if not for you, I can't be awake.
If not for you, I'm just a damaged soul lying in the grave."
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...
