"And with darkness I die,
Dreaming about the light that was too far for me to reach."
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...
Too Far
"And with darkness I die,
Dreaming about the light that was too far for me to reach."
A.S
