The questions corroded and invasive within my headis akin to a butterfly with clipped wings, torn, and safely locked in the cage of its festering, fragile heart.
Whilst the questions that coincide remain inanimate and still-framed like a picture forever frozen in the echoes of time
like a year without a drop of honey and milk from the Heavens, as life slowly crawls away from thirst.
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Collection Of Poetry
PoetryWhile I'm not writing chapters, I will occasionally submit some poetry whenever I get in the mood to do so.