Every journey has its opposite
Because the road is always bending
And the weather is always contrary
For one day it seems much easier
For the next day, it's too severe
As you walk, you trust your friend
Yet for tomorrow, a stranger it is
Each time you loved, you hated it
For what you desire, you don't own it
For life is crucial, you still need it.

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Placebo: 27 Poetry [ongoing]
PoetryThis is the old poem collection of mine. Created in 2015. There were flaws and mistakes in here but I'm glad I did it. Flaws and mistakes are what people are. "Writing this collection is somehow a restoration of feelings. Although, as you know 'pl...