In darkening rain,
Her every tone is music's own,
Like those of morning birds,
I may look up for a Tree,
On One who fights for thee,
When you ain't right within,
The only of the soul in the world,
Is the ceaseless obeisance to the heart.
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Poetry Collection
PoezjaThe collection of poems is a compilation book of all my poems that are usually linked to topics such as pain, anxiety, love, loneliness, melancholy, despair and many more that you will discover by reading. Besides it contains my most tormented adole...
