My world needs the silence
Life broken in pieces.
I know of a fix
But, a mix of this puzzle
Wouldn't make up
A masterpiece.
So I stretched out my hands
To embrace silence as rest.
A calm beating rhythm of my heart
A place where storms comes
And turning into echoes of Hope.
Hope that transforms the storms
Into a fantasy to be pleasant with.
This is me
Rehearsing every opportunity of life
And accepting to be patient and Hope
For the Best.
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Dead Letters
PoesiaWe are Afraid. The supposed Ones with bravery of hearts are weakened because of affection. Now we lay low on succulent beds and Undercovers. These are my honest Dead Letters.
