Of mountains of oppression
And rivers of negativity,
That glide through the other side...
And then comes the sun,
Burning through the nights,
Bringing hope to the landscapes,
As the stars watch over,
The two sides battle,
Causing equilibrium...
Then, as inclined to change as water,
And incline to justice as fire,
The rivers drought,
And mountains crumble,
As the sun sets powerfully.
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Perspective│Poetry¹ (Completed)
PoetryShe had raging battles in her mind, in the midst of choosing between dark and light. These are the fragments of the spoils of war, this is the reality she must face, and this is her perspective, of this unfair, unjust, painful world. ---- ❝Her inno...
