Lone Stroll
Rich with pleas, lives my soul,
Pleading for y'all to stay with me,
But, all take excuses for their goal,
They left me in a cage of rainbows-
Those that never revealed colours,
Where every colour was but one,
The colour of darkness-the one,
I contained inside,like us all.
This ocean but asks for more-
More emotions,to be polluted more,
To be that story of mysteries,
To be that drizzle on a sunny day.
But,my grief stays firm with me,
Refusing to leave till the end
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Cornucopia
PoetryWelcome to the Poets Pub!! This collection is for poems our members have written and would like to share with everyone. For all the details read on...
