Category: Poetry

The ink is black, the paper is white, and the words that follow […]
I listen to bell of transience, as one after another my sprouts begin […]
Two different people. Two different lives. Yet near twilight hour both tend to strive. […]
It felt as though magic sprinkling from the sun. Wishes and wants bloomed […]
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Under the deepening skies, there blooms willing soul, with a feeling that seemed […]