And in the beginning,
there was hope,
there was innocence,
there was fearlessness,
Uncontrollable naivety of youth
And then - as the path of life twists in a labyrinth of mystery;
there was the fear of the unknown,
there was the loss of others once deemed vital,
there was the darkness cast into the sunlight
The weathering of life had just begun
And in the end,
there was sorrow and regret,
of actions not taken,
of words unsaid.
And there was pain,
For in the wake of destruction,
There was a replacement of hope with anguish,
of innocence with weariness,
of fearlessness with danger,
Uncontrollable transformation:
as from caterpillar to butterfly...
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Musical Symphony Of My Unsaid Words
PoetryMusical Symphony of my Unsaid Words Cover Credits: @Shreejita23 Dedication: My Ikigai(guess who??) Everyone: What is Poetry? My Answer: Reads the following verses A poem must be something that can me pleasurably read, It can even be a poem about so...
