Another step, as uncalculated as life.
Darkness greets upon, as sharp as a knife.
Oh doom is all to see, as unwanted as a thief.
Trust no one, a tale as old as time.
But oh the joy that came, a fine green as lime.
Deserted the guilt once let free, a story as unclear as mime.
Steps that led to joy and sorrow, a life as same as the other
Invisible thorns taken gladly to the heart, a heart as strong as leather
Wonders we all learn to love, a whisper as light as a feather.
- Minha Mehrin
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Dulcet
PoetryI see a star I see nothing more I felt a nudge I felt no pain Was it hate? Was it love? Or something in between? A mystery I assume A history they strive to forget A sultry heart all left alone. ________ A collection of poem I write to find what I...
