Behind the vast and silver rocks,
There's a land of sand,
The calm-angry waters,
Brush it like a hand.
The midnight wind blows through,
The sea is a shining jewel.
His heart is burning even with,
The nature being so cool.
A storm is raging in his mind,
He is burnt down to ashes.
His clothes are wet with tears,
As are his eyelashes.
'He' is the midnight stranger,
He walks the night alone.
He wants to be forgiven,
For he is not unknown.
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Life
PoetryA collection of short poems related to life. Not just entertainment but inspirational and message giving too.... Fell in love..? This will be an excellent read
