The weather is fine
as the wind keep on whistling,
the kind of comfort I breathed
and the silence I adored.
For lately, the course is in chaos,
the way the water turned gray,
and slowly touches my barefoot
I know my world is not in calm pace.
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Her PEN (Personal Expressions of No One Sees)
PoetryOne's experiences and thought can be engrave in words. It sights different emotion, expression and an unexplainable feelings that only word can say. But why we want it this way? We write, because we want to; We express, because we are human bound...
