I sat outside and looked at the sky, asking for glimmers of hope.
I reached out my hand and almost touching the milky white clouds above
and whispered to myself how beautiful life can be.
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Peace with Myself
PoetryThese poems are here to give light in times of darkness, to make aware that darkness exist and that darkness can be conquered. Peace with Myself is a collection of poems from my journal for almost three years and finally, I am sharing it to the worl...
Beautiful Life
I sat outside and looked at the sky, asking for glimmers of hope.
I reached out my hand and almost touching the milky white clouds above
and whispered to myself how beautiful life can be.
