This life is surely not a scalar quantity.
Cause every time I try to make myself translatory,
I end up finding myself
rotating about the same axis as before.
I know as long as I won't allow the birds to fly.
They won't be able to achieve their destination.
But what to do?
When, the shadow isn't leaving me,
and the clouds are refusing to part away.
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PoetryA Strangely wrapped gift is for the hopeless who need a friend for their late night talks. It's a book made with love. It's simply a documentation of struggles, and triumph, a celebration of daily life and living. The poetry living within pages tell...
