"Like the breath-taking Pearls, I'm trapped inside.
Hoping and wishing for someone to find me,
To release me from the concealment,
From the nightmares of living inside an unknown and void abode."
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...
