MarvelDreamer
Poetry- found by many but all so different.
This is how I find it, through a camera lens of soft foggy green, a rhyming stanza of all I've seen.
I am going to die by my own terms, facing whatever being shaped my soul, weapons out and teeth bared, on a hill of my accomplishments. On the red night that I die, find me holding this, a collection of poems that make me who I am.
Cover by @Arthi_Rajesh