for a full second,
I left my kite to waver in the dawn.
as the birds flew against the color,
I watched it quiver
in the loneliness.
but as the competition gained
plight
much stronger than before;
that moment got melted
like ice on fire
and I was again
reminded of the harsh 'unintentional' cruelty.
I once again danced through
the silence,
challenging myself not to cry.
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Ink Stains
PoetryA collection of musings from my heart that doesn't stick to a certain genre but mostly writes on heartbreak, depression, sadness, loneliness... of course masked under heavy abstract and metaphorical imageries. It might not be your simple poem to...
