Before I started walking,
I decided something for myself.
I chose a path
which I think is right.
But when I started walking,
every vision I imagined
seems to get blurry.
Just when I am about to go back,
it became too late.
There's nothing for me
to go back anymore.
What I can only do now
is continue walking,
even if it means
walking towards the cliff.
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Unheard Words
Poésie"Tʜᴇ sᴀᴅ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɴ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ᴡᴇ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴏᴜʀ sᴜᴄᴄᴇss ᴀɴᴅ ғᴀɪʟᴜʀᴇ. Iғ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ɴᴏɴᴇ, ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅ." -- Unheard Words *Unheard Words is a collection of poems written in English. Disclaimer: Photo used in the cover is not m...
