The cracks
Becoming an abyss
I can't erase now
But to fill them to the rim
With gold of elegance
Is the beauty
Of pain
~N
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Waves
PoetryThese waves can only be painted with the brush of words, the people only being washed away in this unfathomable sea. ~N [#5 in Poetry on 8/2/18]
Gold
The cracks
Becoming an abyss
I can't erase now
But to fill them to the rim
With gold of elegance
Is the beauty
Of pain
~N
