Musing through murmurs
I falter when I'm confronted
Awkwardness becomes me
Gazing into twin mirrors
I wonder, if complexity truly is me.
My inner turmoil is the perfect foil
Makes me a prisoner to the shield in my eyes
Audible glances, say so much unexpected
Wither are the words to show
When all I want is, is to grow.
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Ethereal Expressions
PoetryEthereal Expressions are dewdrops in the chaos of consciousness. Sprinkled with words, they are a peek and dive into the realm of self and shells. My poems have no titles due to the diversity in perception and understanding. I'd love my readers to h...
