with all the stars sparkled through the night
every whistle that blows the raven hair
each counts of raindrops taps the window
i promise to myself to
stay true in the sea of fakes
stay humble at the peak
stay alive in the hopelesness
stay sane in city of lunacy
and of course
keep my head steady on my shoulder
no matter how cracked it had been
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Jardin de Fleurs (Flower Garden)
PoetryA series of unconfessed emotions. Because life is just like a flower garden, it offers various path with their own colours, size, scents, even thistles and thorns. Sometimes we just need to sit, clear our mind a bit and be thankful to God for today'...
