We were the storm in a desert
Fire in outer-space
The ugly in a face
The discrimination in a race
We were the rocks in a stream
The darkness in a beam
How lovely should the world seem
We were the ruins in between
We were the calm before a storm
The disease in a life
Every havoc, every strife
We were bound by hells uncertainty
We were the silence in a heart
The messy in an art
We were the sound in a lightning
We were red roses dying
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Way of my soul || Poetry
PoetryFragments from my life. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dear reader, thank you for being here! I just wanted to say that I really love your feedback. Whether it's an...
