The pain heavy hearts fold,
the rain weary eyes hold,
comes in fears richly gold.
Comes in tears freezingly cold.
Shuts hailing glee to silent
mode!
Shuts reality in a household!
Stays till all is a mess and old.
Stays in this leaked liquid verse I mould.
Stays in this leaked liquid verse I mould.
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Hideout for the loner
PoetryAn abandoned world a running loner stumbles on, where one empties their colorless emotions, remains of bruised heart and oceans of muffled miseries; is the book your eyes just greeted. "Life stitches dark tatooes on the naked human soul, where...
