I've been lying in the mourning of death between these eternal silences.
Celebrating the divine ruins of the little happiness.
Where a place like a prayer, faith doesn't exist.
Every time this hue and lightning occurs, it became the remainder of betrayals.
Letting me lo loose myself in divine silences of betrayals.
And I often betray my silences deep diving into my inner core.
Neither do I fear these layers of striking lightning and thunderstorms inside me.
As this time I'm the one who welcomed them.
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Ink And Rhymes: A Teenager Poet's Diary
Poetry"Ink and Rhyme: A Teenager Poet's Diary", invites readers on a poetic journey through the tapestry of emotions woven by the passing seasons. From the tender innocence of childhood memories to the contemplative solitude of rainy days spent by the win...
