The wind was so strong,
I can hear their orchestra,
Playing through the small opening in the woods and leaves,
Louder and getting louder
The waves crashed onto the beach.
At a moment,
I was mesmerized,
By the waves of January,
And the strong wind,
Oh my my,
The silver colour of cloud,
Getting heavier,
Waiting to pour its watery Antartica.
They are an expensive gift from God,
To us,
Perfect yet defects in every way possible creation.
Am I able to be the perfect creation like HE ever wanted?
Flawed in every corner of my body,
Am I able to be the perfect creation like HE ever wanted?
Bound to be kink and broken?
My fate is undefined.
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The Afflatus of Love, Loss and Loneliness
PoetryThe Afflatus of Love, Loss and Loneliness is a collection of poetry meant for pleasure reading, that dwells on the three common feelings among human being as reflected in the title of the book. It unfolds the pain behind unrequited love, questions l...
