I've always seen myself more of a prose writer, rather than a poet but there was always leftover words that wouldn't fit into my stories; more to tell about things and more topics to discover that couldn't just be a part of a story... This year, I started writing poetry, unwillingly, as a part of my course at university. Now, I know that leftover words do have a place to be heard.
With my poetry collection 'Leftovers', I'll be pouring out the words left at the edge of my mind. I hope you like them.
2 years is short... 2 years is long...
Days pass like years.
Years continues on for eternity.
Do you still remember the promise?
This is a continuation of the Rebirth of Fa Wei Lan. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Volume 2 contains adult content that is unsuitable for children.
NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".