I want to live on an
Island located somewhere in
The lonely corners of the
World.
A terrain rich with the
Beauties of nature - roses
The colour of courage
Glowing like candles in the
Night and grass as green
As tranquility itself.
My house built in the style
Of medieval bricks with a
Lapis blue lake wrapping
Round it like a fuzzy
Scarf - serving as both
My protector,
And my pleasure.
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Catharsis
PoetryA small book full of shitty poems that I wrote that express how I felt in a certain moment in time. Most of them are shit and quite depressing.
