An unshattered hope, is that all dream is about?
For those who can cope, is my plea another mindless shout?
Insecure is what they say to behave
Mature is what they say to engrave
Out of all those mysteries do they see a glimmer?
In between those lies does it wish to shine?
Lest it shall stay hidden.
As it is forbidden.
- 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...
