"In the misty lands, I survive,on my own, I make myself a beautiful hive.
life isn't fair, you gotta be strong,darling, life isn't always a melodious song.
Every single day, I fight for who what I believe in,because I know, that if not today, not tomorrow but someday, I will win.
I wear my armor, I unsheathe my sword,I march toward the war,I swear I will get my reward.
This life is just for the unable and weak,but who said they don't have nothing to seek?
This world has its wonders and glory,so go on an adventure my friend, and make your own story.
You're not weak, you've your own sword with you,Stay confident and move forward, because the blood and the rainbows before were just a preview."
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...
