You erratically slide down
the canyons of past
A land of memoirs,
The mind is beleaguered
to put you in those shoes.
Clutched in shells
of dispirited thoughts,
hankering is lost
Tousled up and tossed,
Be your own knight
Be your own sword
In order to escape from
the canyons of past.
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PoesíaHere'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// ^_^
