Well, aren't we just lifeless birds?
Fleeting with our dying words
Laboriously flapping alongside the skyline
So very silent, a potent heartbeat
With bones paper-thin
And beaks ever tough
Will any of it ever truly be enough?
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Poems of an anchor
PoetryI'm a poet, and yes, I know it I am very fond of poetry and writing. I'm the kind of person who never verbalizes my feelings. I prefer to write them down, transforming them into literary works of art. Words bear comfort and catharsis for my heart an...
