Somewhere near India and China I was at sea.
Rain wanted me to stay and it wanted me to see,
that there is no such thing as being lost.
I stayed there. But at what cost?
At the second day, being all sick and tired,
I stood up there with glame and pride.
No rain was there. No point to take,
I fell apart. There was just ache.
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Tiny poems for tiny days
PoésieSometimes, you'll get this feeling that you need something refreshing for the soul. No motivational quotes. No socializing. Nothing like that. You only need a mug of tea and some tiny poems for tiny days like that.
