The sky, the clouds
The dreams, the rebound.
The light, the thunder
That scream under
The deep blunder.
The sea, the wind
The vision, the hinge
Needs courage and strength
To make it work
To a pretty length.
Work is always worth
Only when
Little inner you is bound to rebirth.
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THE PREMISE OF LOVE
PoetryMy Poetry, the art form of the soul, is an exquisite tapestry of language that weaves together emotions, thoughts, and experiences with skillful craftsmanship. It is a captivating expression of the human spirit, transcending time and culture, to tou...
