Lies Beneath The Forest
(octave)
The wind moaned through the trees,
Sent relief within me,
With the sun peeking behind the clouds,
And the ground faintly frowned
Submerged by my own ocean of thoughts,
Whilst watching the meadows unfolds
Anticipating, nerves picked up to race
Hence, it punched my guts—the sun is gone
It's too late
- CYBI
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Since I'm in a lovely mood, I made a book to share my poems. Also to help me self to enhance my skills rather than drowning arse on the couch. Perhaps in rare moments, I'll write something down, which is my rubish poems.
So if you're reading this, and as a keen writer/reader, my hat is tipped off to you.
♡Thank you♡
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryJust a compilation of totally not dark poems written by a very sane and totally mentally stable person
