Desired to pen down sunsets and moon but all I know is rain and thunders
Romanticising them until they sweat love and passion
How cruel the world turned me into, A wild flower with brutal tongue
Lost the words in the crowd of manipulation and hypocrisy
So much to hide in the storm of alphabets, danced fiercely in the anthem of chaos
Tell me, oh good reader, do u believe in the hands of writer?
The hands who construct and break his own pieces, layer by layer until they scream their doubts
Tell me, before the next bird sing, tell me, before the world demolishes
Clueless, I may seem, deep in blue sea, lies my heart locked away
The keys missing or did I lose them while sliding down the hills of my pride
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White Stained Roses
PoésieA collection of poetry about love, pain, misery and hurdles of life. A way of escape through words into the skies of freedom, above the clouds ,where no one can reach me except the bridge of melody I've tried to add roses everywhere in my...
