It's pouring cat and dog.
The wind is blowing so strong.
The sun is about to set.
I am not ready for the crepuscule.
Darkness is hovering the world.
Dreich is evident, no one can contradict.
The next day came, the weather is still the same.
No sign of chances.
Chances to see light in too much darkness.
Loosing hope, is not a good choice.
It will just make you weak.
Be strong, and utter a wish.
It wouldn't grant right away but it is for sure.
Be hopeful and dreamy.
That's a secret you should keep.
Then, make a wish.
Close your eyes and fly.
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Blood In Our Veins
PoetryA collection of unorganized thoughts that turns out to be an unorganized piece which I don't know what to call. Everything is simply based on how I feel and how I see things in a random circumstance. As you go along with the compilations of my so-ca...
