when there is sun, there is light
when there is hunger, there is might
when there is dark I see that light, in the shadows
of those woods that stand tall in my sight.
after hurdles, after struggles
after murder of my mind's eye; supreme
I reach that light finally, caught in my hand
albeit passed through me.
passed through me and made me feel more alive; resurrected me
from dead
certainly, I was the one who killed it and was also again alive
because of me
I have never written anything in my whole life so, this is my first work.
I hope you will like it though. please forgive me if you find any mistakes in it. by the way I have no idea if you will understand it's meaning.
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vanished dream
Poetryit's a poem I have written so I a lot think it's lame but I posted anyway. I have used a concept in this poem which is that when people dreams die they do it by themselves and if they want to make it alive then they can but you have to work hard fo...
