Still breathing,
Still flying,
The bird in me
Is still diving.
The nuances of suffering,
Don't hold me.
The aggressions of being,
Don't concern me much.
The riddles of emotions,
Don't slave me.
'Cause I see a way out,
And that path leads me,
To you, through your eyes,
My journey of hope.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...
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