Do I pretend that,
Life is a happy poem,
And dance to its rhythm,
Or do I admit to myself,
That I am dealing with,
The heart-breaking symphony,
Of the labyrinth,
That is called life.
-The only sort of happy poem I will write at the moment.
-Oyin B.
My spin of life in words. Do vote, share and comment, if you like.
Have a great day ahead!
Love,
Oyin.
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Darkness and Light
PoetryThe kind of poetry that you read and then read again, because you find too much of yourself lost in it.
