My words are not worth for some
Who are obstinate to stay in the dump
My words don't cut deep
When all people want is to weep.
My words don't light a fire
To the one who has lost all desires
My words don't reveal much
To someone who is in anger's clutch.
My words are heartfelt
To those who refuse to dwell
In the strongholds of despair
Raging tempests--just beware.
They soothe like an unspoken melody
Warbling away to the sea
Confident in their tones
They help reach goals.
Serene as the expanse of ice
My words give flight
To the dreams and daredevilry
And every risk worth taking.
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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...
