"With this world, I go with the flow like a smooth flowing water,
I become my own sister, brother, mother and father.
And with the wind I pass,
And when it stops, so do I.
To survive is my only hope,
I climb up high towards the heaven, grasping the only sole rope,
Left for me by unknowns of this shattered earth.
I wait for their words to inspire me,
But none came and I inspired myself to walk on the sea."
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...
