I trudged up the mountain,
With some pleasant effort,
In hindsight,I knew that
I would end up hurt.
I made my way up to the top,
With a breathtaking view,
I'd never feel this again,
That much I knew.
It was beautiful and dangerous,
Everything and all,
And then I went little too far,
I had to fall,
And in the wake of it, I
Began to realize,
The fall was worth the view I
Beheld in my eyes.
-Mafazah Sharafuddin
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Woes and Mirth
PoetryThis is a book of my poetry, my deepest emotions and quirks and flaws. This is not a book for a person who wants entertainment, but for someone who wants to know they are not the only one.
