Our thoughts,
are piles of grubby raiments
of different sorts
waiting to be neatened.
These thoughts of mine, however,
refuse to be assembled.
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PoetryYour daily dose of poetry and prose! (and maybe a glimpse to what's happening in my life.) It's basically a collection of my writings. May they give you a sense of comfort that you are not alone in the battle you are constantly fighting. Here's to...
02 | Raiments of Sorts
Our thoughts,
are piles of grubby raiments
of different sorts
waiting to be neatened.
These thoughts of mine, however,
refuse to be assembled.
