Saturday morning,
Sky's blue,
Tree leaves going with the wind,
Fresh breeze's passing by.
Eyes wide open,
Delirious thoughts,
Raving about another start,
A lengthy blackout of mind.
I went far
I went away
My soul left there
And it was light.
Discharged from earthy packs,
Divine beauty
And
Goddess's insight.
It was pure
Then
my eyes flickered again
And here's everything's weighing me down
And still
I carry it with my wretched bones and heart
Until i'm done
Until all is gone
Time
Love
Beauty
And i
Until all is left is dust all around
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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...
