maybe if i was taught
that even calm waters
can grow big waves,
i wouldn't be a storm
surrounded by peaceful clouds
and i wouldn't be a forest fire,
blowing ashes everywhere
to make sure everyone knows
what a hopeless monster
i truly am.
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quarter to dawn {poetry}
कविताa collection of poems. you ask me why i like art and i tell you that the water colours bleed prettier than my wrists
