Three,
Two,
One.
And
Here you are !
In front of my blind eyes
Again!
With madness of the skies,
And murmurs of the stars !
I shot my eyes to taste the beauty of your fire,
To exonerate the virtuality of your existence,
And to feel the infinity in your regard !
To cry you must be so tired of life,
And to love you must be so undaunted from everything on all sides.
I'd like to detain all my fearful thoughts,
However,
Some words just keep fulfilling the outside.
You must keep it on mind.
Some things can never be kept inside.
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Surviving
PoetryShe wanted to survive so she created art. It's not a roman but kind of a short essay. It's about silence and noise, about introverts being forced to extroversion, about the little secret of an introvert. It's simply about a life among billions. All...
