The ocean ain't equanimous,
sailing catamarans to the course
As you mustn't judge in a sweven,
If you don't the what's the source?
My heart no longer knew,
alated what I once held dear
but my soul was disenthralled,
instead of draped in fear!
Albeit, you haven't known brouhaha
as everyone abides a world within,
every life's too short for engentado
as the turns and twists under skin!
YOU ARE READING
•UNAVOWED TALES•
PoesiaHere's to the whirling thoughts inside a fickle mind, comprising random scribbles and verses in metrical symphony!🌸 // Highest-ranking : #1 in verses #3 in strings #98 in poetry// ^_^
