Mist
I feel you,
Yet I couldn't see you.
I hear you,
But couldn't find you.
My eyes were blinded,
My sight was mist-filled .
But I'm glad to feel you,
As well hear you.
Rather than see you,
But feel nothing from you.
March 28, 2020
10:24PM
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100 Days || Poetry
Poetry2nd Place : The Pantheon Awards 2020 100 Days. 100 thoughts. 100 poems. Welcome to my newest collection of poems written based on what random things that comes into my mind. Be it pain, or happiness. Join me as I challenge myself to write from scra...
