The world is such a cold place, such a cruel place; such a beautiful place.
We wander seeking a warm place, our sole place; our fate's space.
And often find the world's cruel pace, justice's cold face; our scars' place.
With the world being such a cruel place, such a cold space; such a lonely space
We wonder if our soul's have a warm space, or a loving taste; in your sole embrace.
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Poems of the Atmos
PoetryRandom thoughts from different moments on various things for infinite reasons. If I don't mention that I made or own the photo, know that it isn't mine. I used Canva, Google, or Wattpad Covers to make my book covers/pictures additions. Thank you for...
