(This one is a very old work of mine. I'm only posting it now because it no longer represents me)
One day I listened to the leaves,
Rustlling around in wind it seems
A big family together breathes
That's what they call life – a perfect bliss.
My life compares with busy evenings
And never-ending days of purposeless work.
Repeating, eating me into the abyss leaving
Me dying out
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PoetryI'm a young poem writer and I wanted to create an online collection of my poems for everyone to see. I used to post often, but I'm busy these days. Unless?.. Please, if you like my poems leave a vote and write a comment! That is the best support yo...
