When the raindrops are knocking on the window,
When the violent storms are threatening the skies
With the screams of thunder and its pent-up rage,
My final and last hope apparently dies.
And I'm frightened to the so white marrow
Worried about nothing but you in the dark.
As the undying howl of disaster rose,
The abyss took me as its bittersweet spark.
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The Poems of Untold Thoughts
PoetryHere is the space for the poems I've written and for the ones following. Here is the space for my feelings and my untold thoughts. !Open for requests! [Thank you for motivating me #literaturraum :) ]
