Back from the throes of the void,
emaciated by the decay,
still relentless you never sway,
If only I had the words to portray,
Your incessant valour,
your daunting gait.
No, it isn't the extravagant that which you display,
Albeit with simplistic ease.
So much you can say,
Placid, not stagnant,
Thus is your way,
Oh, if only I had words to portray,
Your incessant valour,
Your daunting gait.
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Intrepid whims of a timid mind
الشعرThese are some of my works which I wrote unsolicited, solely for the sake of putting pen to paper, hope you find solace in their gravity, or at least find them worth your time. Bear In mind, these are just experiments, I do not claim to have any exc...
